The image that he presented was false.
The image that I thought was beautiful was an illusion.
All I knew was I liked what I saw.
But what I saw wasn't reality.
What I saw was just something I wanted to see.
It really opened my eyes to the things that really matter.
My friends.
My family.
And the people I know I can rely on without any doubts.
They are the real deal.
So now all I need to do is chill.
February 18,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem