My(Our)Reality:

by Dying Inside   Sep 4, 2006


The moments passing by don’t filter through my brain because I cant feel anyone beside me.
How can something be happening if no one is beside me?
Am I alone?
Is this what isolation feels like?
I feel like I'm the only one awake and everyone is asleep. While they enjoy their peaceful, fairytale lives, I live my harsh reality.
As they move onto bigger and better things I stay stuck and frozen in the same place.
No one understands.
They think they do, oh they think they do but they don’t.
I'll wait.
Wait for then to understand, wait for them to wake up and realize that this is my reality.
Our Reality.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments