Facing reality is tough, Take me back to a time where an alarm clock in a box was a must,
A time where I could walk to the store without caution, Where I could hear my grandma yelling about washing her clothes,
My virtual reality is set back in time where I enjoyed life, Where I could sit and laugh without trying to mask the strife within myself,
This reality I created is lovely, But once again it has overpowered my clarity,
Although it’s not ideal, I can’t stay here to shield myself from insanity,
At night it’s the scariest though, It creeps up and smother my head with doubts,
It pushes me back to my fantasy and l don’t want to get out, So give me my sword and my shield,
I’m preparing myself for the battle of my life, I’m ready to face the girl who can’t get out.
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