Stuck in a bubble,
I flew away from reality.
Further and further
From it I grew.
With the wind, I danced.
So light and free.
Indeed, I was blind
From reality.
Storm after storm,
I survived.
I did.
But still ended up
With tears, and memories
Filthy; sordid.
The weight on me
Was too heavy to bear.
It held me down.
It wasn't fair.
It was way too much,
And the bubble disappeared.
I fell back down to what
I feared.
Reality and truth;
They both hurt so bad
But a beautiful lie?
Nothing's worse than that.