Where's Your Reality? - Poem by Lacie Wasserman
Hands up high.
Stop. Don't lie.
Your just waisting your time.
Eyes wide open but your not seeing.
Where's your reality?
Not being. Who are you?
Ya I'm talking to you Ms.Congeniality.
What dreadful seaming you have.
I'm falling apart.
Who made you the ruler of my life?
Oh, you think your so smart.
Silence cutting the air like a knife.
Your face says it all.
Your not good enough.
I'll prove you wrong. You'll see.
The screaches of the un-seen faces.
They all seem to crawl out of the shadows.
I guess you like to play rough.
Don't worry i'm strong. Enough.
I know I'm going places.
Listen to it's mellody.
Oh, dear, who are you?
Hunny, where's your reality?
Because it's definitly not here.
I'll throw you back to your place.
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