Fantastically Real

 

I live here in the real

It’s always been a pain

It should be no big deal

But it drives one insane

 

You’re told to be your own self

But to act like everyone

So you sit up on your own shelf

And pretend that you’re just one

 

Now I know that it is crazy

To hide away your soul

But the truth is rather hazy

If honesty is your goal

 

So when I am not in mass view

When I see only me

The reflection is not of you

It’s just my truth I see

 

Yet I must go on further

If I wish to be more real

For us to get much better

To really see the deal

 

You must accept that I am

Not going to conform soon

That I am what I am

And not going to cause your ruin

 

I will then go my way

And you’ll go gladly yours

And when we meet some day

We’ll laugh at all our sores

 

Both of us so altered

As we part this time

The truth no longer sheltered

So much better do we rhyme

 

Barbara Blackcinder

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About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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One Response to Fantastically Real

  1. Intriguing…

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