confused & incomplete

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I've fallen into this place that looks and feels extreme, like reality has finally come. But I know that there are lies, that there's deceit. Nobody wants to tell the truth, even though it's plain to see. It's been brought out in the open, but nobody acknowledges it. The truth is ignored, misunderstood, shoved away. They keep on living in their dreams, knowing that someday they'll have to wake up, but they try and try to prolong their slumber. Someday, sometime, they'll eventually realize how wrong they are and wake up. When that day comes, I'll be waiting for them. Friends, enemies, family, all of them. I don't understand everything, and if I did, I'd probably be a god or a superhuman. So I continue to reevaluate what I do know, trying to find some flaw in my knowledge. With clear eyes, I watch them prance about, playing in their childish tirade, and though I join and I play by their rules, I still cannot grasp the concept of it all. I love the imaginary, embrace the ideas and dreams, but still, it is foolish to try and bring them to life. When I dream, it is merely a grasping at that which I wish I had, longing for true love and eternal happiness. Until we find ourselves, this is impossible to obtain, and I remain lost in the turbulence of their wild, strange ideas. I've lost so many things, continuing to replace them with others, trying to rebuild my perfect world, because of the shattered tears that lay scattered around me. I'm trying to figure out exactly what is going on. Sometimes I think I know, others, I'm just as ignorant as them. When I play along, I'm carefree, though it hurts more when I come back down to earth. To find out you truly care for someone, and they don't realize it, or if they do, they're just as scared as you are, brings on a constant heartache that keeps you up at night. Sometimes I wonder if it's right to not tell the truth, that maybe living a lie is what it's all about.

Maybe life's about trying to live the biggest lie, and actually attempting to believe in your own falsehoods. I wouldn't know. I'm still confused.

~Ipod

Comments: Not really a poem, but it fits here somehow... it is kinda personal, I know, but I am willing to share it, lol.[/size]