poem 4

Reality, Reality who do I really see?
Who’s that voice inside of me?
Maybe I’m thinking about who I want to be
Not who I am realistically.

Can anybody see that side of me?
The angel and devil on the left and right of me?
That little girl that hides in me?
The people who confide in me?

But what if I stayed true to me?
Didn’t have any clues or dreams.
Stayed away from what I couldn’t be.
And saw some things I shouldn’t seen.

But maybe its all a fantasy.
Or maybe its all reality.
This life could be old news to me.
But than again who are you to me?

Maybe there is more than what I cant see.
A paradise that sounds so sweet.
Really is there a reality?
But than I wonder.. who is ME?