Illusions Never Change
By
Keaton Foster

I hear you,

I see you,

I believe in you,

I have too.

I am you,

You are me,

Together we are one,

Divided we have become.

I hurt,

I feel,

I scream I am me,

Listen to what I have to say.

You ignore,

Life's favorite whore,

You do what you must,

While I survive as best as I can.

I scream the end,

You whisper no such thing,

I hear not what you say,

Only feel what you do.

I hate you,

We are both quick to judge,

I wish to be free of you,

You wish to consume all of me.

How did I get here,

How can this all be,

Has reality left me,

Or was it never with me.

I have been this way,

Forever and a day it seems,

There is nothing I can do,

Nothing I am willing too.

Conflicted I began,

Certainly I will end,

I will never be free of the me,

That hides beneath this skin.

What is the real me,

I have not a clue,

I can only assume that,

It is not what I believe.

Some illusions never change,

They only offer more of the same,

Until the day comes when,

The illusion becomes real....

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