Separate Reality

You believe what you want to believe,

we all have our separate realities,

I see what is in my dream,

but people of course can lie to me.

______ with my mind like a bumble bee,

buzzing around and ready to sting,

sting it’s “lying poison” into me.

Luckily I find you out in the nick of time,

you’ve been lying to me with no end in mind.

Thinking you had me fooled,

you make more lies like a pot of yucky stew.

Telling me to shut the door

on people you “thought’ had me floored.

All the while you’re the one,

I should of originally shunned.

Thinking your better than me,

talking like you have all

the answers that I should see,

while never really listening to know me

all because of jealousy.

Written by Christina Sunrise on June 7,2011

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poem by Christina Sunrise
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