Fantasy And Reality


I don't like fantasy, because it's a lie.

It seems like you'll open your wings and fly,

but when you do, you can only fall.

You're great there, but here; you're small.


And I don't like reality because it makes me sad.

Because reality's so hurtful, so real; so mad.

In reality, things don't always go as you planned.

Here, it seems as though I'm cursed; I'm damned.


I spend my days locked up in my mind.

I want to stay there, leave it all behind.

But a voice always calls me back to my life,

where things are always as sharp as a knife.


I aways have to come back to the place

that sports a multiple personality face;

where I can get hurt, and then find a friend,

who'll only end up hurting me again and again.


And the two; fantasy and reality

were really never meant for me.

Because I'm so fragile and they're so cruel

they taunt me; break me; use me like a tool.


And when they finish, they leave me alone.

By this time, I'd probably go home.

But now I can no longer stand

I can no longer hold nobody's hand.


Because this haunting reality and fantasy,

completely tore me, ripped me, broke me.

And their hands, that held the sharred pieces,

loosened their grip and then they released.


And I fell, all scrapped up, down to the floor.

And cried an ocean for- who knows anymore?

And I lay there for now and forever.

Not happy, not sad, not living; never.

  • Author: Anna (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2011 18:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: I determining whether or not to get rid of comments and ratings...
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 45
  • User favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy.


  • Cheeky Missy

    Does your author's note mean you do not desire comments after all? I should decline to comment and merely read? It is sad and yet a comprehensive, rather mature discussion of something that affects so very many of us. We all must live in reality, but from our early existence we were inclined to dream and fantasize. As we grew older we learned we should not dwell long in fantasies and yet they are forever more enticing than reality, it seems. But living in them, as you excellently presented with your superb imagery, we are crushed by reality. I am rather impressed with your presentation of this weighty topic and assessment. Excellent poem on it!

    • Anna

      Wow, thanks... I didn't think it would actually get good feedback so... wow. <3

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