Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Dreams, Twisted Minds, Warped Reality ❯ Broken Dreams, Twisted Minds, Warped Reality ( Chapter 1 )

Broken Dreams, Twisted Minds, Warped Reality

 

 

I am the angel whose wings are broken and fell

I am the demon that was kicked out of hell

I am the one that shines but is not made of light

I am the shadow who can't see the bright

I am the one that sees but is blind

I am the one who is free but is still bind

My eyes are to the future but my heart is in the past

My mind is lost between the two

When will the madness stop?

Where is justice and sanity in this mad world?

Who are the angels and who are the demons?

What is right, what is wrong?

Who is real, who is nothing more than a concept?

What is love, what is hate?

Why is there a difference between intelligence and wisdom?

Why are things that are meant to be together separate?

Why are things that are meant to be separate together?

What is truly dark and light?

What does it mean to be sane or mad?

Why do humans fight and hate?

Why do humans love and hate?

Why do we live in a world where we must live up to one's expectation but not our own?

Who are we and why are we here?

Why do we have desires and goals?

Who do we trust and why?

Why do we not trust each other?

How come we can't all just get along?

Are we just pawns to a demonic game?

If we are meant for greatness, how come we are still waddling in nothing more than the opposite of it?

How come the people that are all alone want to escape the illusion that they call reality?

How come reality is too harsh for the people who are gentle?

What turns innocence and compassion into one of reality's slaves?

Why do we not just continue living our life of ignorance like young children?

Why did we learn to hate?

When did we stop learning how to love?

Are we all just in a reality set up to see what is true and what is false?

Why can't we help those who really need it?

Why are we wrapped up in all our hate we can't see that we're all human inside?

Why are we not born equal?

I am the student who reads dark material in the light of day.

I am the persona that tries to assert.

I am the boy who studies mythology.

I am the girl who believes in nonexistent creatures.

I am the youth that has seen so much blood and violence since a young age that reality is hard to accept.

I am the little boy that cried all alone.

I am the crooked child in the crooked house who never knew anything but crooked love.

I am the one that doesn't know what it means to be acknowledged.

I am the girl that reads about demons.

I see the past in my left and the future in my right.

My life is one that is through breaking the mirror that is reality.

Yet I am none of these, I am the teenager that wishes to escape into my universal sub consciousness through sleeping and manipulating until that mirror is broken too and once again thrown into the world that is “reality”.