By Felix Fauxwhit
My Reality Often Blurs Between Corrupted Visions
My Reality Often Seems To Be Quite Colorful To Others
My Reality Often Reminds Me That It Is Actually Gray
My Reality Often Breaks And I Lose Myself To The Pencil
My Reality Often Is Filled With Pages Of Fantasy
My Reality Often Teases False Promises Of Adventure
My Reality Often Lacks The Mysticism Of My Dreams
My Reality Often Crushes My Hopes Of Waking To A New World
My Reality Often Feels In The End Like A Dream
My Reality Often Changes To That Of A Never-Ending Nightmare
My Reality Often Yanks Off The Covers
My Reality Often Will Be Belittled By My Loved Ones
My Reality Often Has Been Written Off As A Phase
My Reality Often Raises Me To Fight A Hopeless Battle
My Reality Often Shackles Me To This Dreary Realm
My Reality Often Tries To Break Me Down
My Reality Often Makes Me Realize That I Am Able To Change It