This is what i call my life
Never succeeding and always retreating from the feelings of the past
I'll call myself the martyr
For the crimes of self delusion
Being held like a crystal
In the palm of your hand
Never wanting to say hello
To the reality of my non-exsistence
I'm aware of the hallucinations crowding in my mind
So i'm staying curled up in my bed
Where the dangers of the present
Can never find the mistakes of the past
My mother always told me
Never believe the fairytales
Of the kings and queens in faraway lands
And mother knows best
So the daydreaming of a better place
And the better life of my childhood
Where i never knew the innocence
Of using my imagination to play pretend
In this world of materialism
And the forcing of pracitcal views
On the untainted you of the earth
Which are now too smart to play a simple game of cowboys and indians
I'll look upon this world and shed a tear
For the children with the distorted images of the people and places
Of thier imagination
That i had never seemed to dream up myself
So I guess the next tear is for me
In never knowing that reality isnt the only place I can visit
While sitting in my room
Huddled in the corner
Trying to block out the harsh screaming
Of the enduring silence that entrapts my every thought
Into this airtight bottle waiting to be freed.
And this is what i call my life
Unseen before your eyes
 
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