What Is Reality?

Kids like me,

We're not allowed to dream.

Or at least we shouldn't be allowed to

It would save a lot of heartache,

If instead of the lies we got fed at school

We were actually told the truth.

The reality is

Kids like me, we don't have a choice.

We do what we can to survive.

We do what we can to provide for our families.

We do what we can to help others.

Even if that means sacrificing our own happiness.

Even if that means having to put on a mask every day &

pretend like everything is alright.

We push our true, genuine aspirations to the back seat

& start the engine with these fake ambitions by our side.

Heading out on an unknown journey, full speed & no seatbelt...

Until we crash & fly straight out of the front window...

Perhaps this is our destiny?

How can we tell?

by this point we've pretended so long, everything seems real.

Yet when we're lying on our backs,

Shattered glass & crimson blood

Scarred.

Looking up at the sky, watching the clouds drift past...

Maybe this is all we desired from the start?

Peace.

Serenity.

Closure.

- A.Y