Illusions in Paradise
Blind she stumbles through the façade
Everything perfect, now always flawed.
With open eyes, the illusion presents,
With lies and cheats it only makes sense.
A lonely heart among society,
The dark numbness of anxiety.
It controls her thoughts
And a pseudo-life society allots,
Her doomed pitiful soul laments,
And a life of happiness often she rents.
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