my fantasy land

the mirror isnt my true friend 

she wont reflect my fantasy land

instead exposing the world in a aggressive manner

where i cant unsee the ugly truth

i cover my eyes to reside inside myself 

fantic attempts to self soothe

let me see what i want to see 

let me be who i choose to be

but like a moth to a flame I am drawn to her realizations

looking directly into the pupils of this faintly familiar reflection

i share the darkest corners of my star scattered mind.... 

desperately preparing for the mental rejection.

let me live the way I want to live, marching to the beat of a exhausted drummer

i am helpless to my enemy because she refuses to manifest my fantasy land

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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