A poem I wrote last year.

I wrote this last year when I was going through some hard stuff. Even though I am way happier now, I still like it, so I thought I would share. By the way, I don't like rhyming when I write. I think it's cliche.


You see, it's like this:
The grass will never be greener on the other side.
As much as you want to believe it, it won't.
It's like a fairytale you tell little kids;
A way to get them to think everything's ok.
Thats' why as we get older, we believe these things.
We believe everything is perfect;
Everything is right.
It's not. It's a fantasy world.
It doesn't exist.
We can push and push to make it seem real.
But in the end, we lose. Reality wins.
There's no way to stop it.
Some people stay in this make-pretend world.
Eventually, reality catches up with them.
Those are the people that stay lost and confused.
They stay like that forever.
But they can't help it.
It's not their fault.
it's already preset in their minds.
There's no way to fix it.
Or is there?
It's a choice, it's life.
You make that decision for yourself.
Will it be forever living in fantasy, or facing reality?