I thought I heard the door creaked open,
I stared and allowed myself be taken
By everything I dreamt about reality
It was nothing like a mere fantasy
Behind these walls I was mystified and captured
Then I caught myself surrounded by a stack of perfection
With my bare hands I knew what to do
I was entrapped with reality
Or is it fantasy I see?
I pampered myself with thoughts like these.
These thoughts turned to acts…
I painted the colors of darkness
Matching the hue of desired soul
I tore myself apart
Just so I can be whole again
I am a map with all the marks on my body.
I am the place I NEVER wanted to see.
Silence distracts me as I fathom the thought.
Whispering sweet… yet empty nothings,
The voice I have not sought
Lo and behold!
I opened the windows of my soul with contrition
Is this the reflection of who I am?
Forming into ugly realities
The truth hurts and it can turn ugly.
But we live in a reality
Where the truth lives in a different world
So I grasp at this thought with firm conviction.