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Alternative Reality
I'd prefer the isolation over the frustration any day
I'm so sick of the looks I'm given, the shit I deal with daily.
Don't try to pretend you understand, I know you don't
Don't try to hide anything from me, because you really won't.
This pen in my hand is shaking, I can't seem to grasp reality
Don't give me that look, please, theres nothing wrong with me.
Sure, my mind works a bit more differently then it should
But if you could escape this cold world, I know you would.
My hearts racing, and it's finally starting to wither and burn
It feels as though my entire being, soul, life has shattered.
I don't know what direction I should go, I don't know what to do
I don't know what the future has in store for me, I want to break through...
I'd prefer the isolation over the frustration any day
I'm so sick of the looks I'm given, the shit I deal with daily.
I live in a world where the blood runs as deep as your soul
I live in a world where love is never to hard to find or follow.
This is my world, this is my escape, my refuge and my dreams
I'd prefer this alternative reality over the pain anyday.
I love the wording and the style here. It's a type of text that was used in the Renaissance period I believe. And I love styles like that. The flow and diameter is there -- and the rhythm too, but it also has that forte. The forte that reaches out to the reader and symbollizes strength and style under the weight of life. Loving your words as usual, m'dear.