She fell inlove

With a life

She couldn't have.

And all she can do

Is wish and read that life

From fairytales

And books.

She never knew

A life

That's only

Made from a paper

And an ink

Can make her feel something

That she never felt

In a reality

That people wanted for her

She fell inlove with a reality

That's nowhere to be found

A reality only created by her.

A life

That people call fiction

A fiction

Where it felt real

Yet knowing it's a lie

A fiction where birds chirp

As she saw the sun

A life in her

Rose up

From the dark.

Fiction

A word that's only were made

By our mind

A fiction full of what ifs

And never ones opposites.

Just like the sun

Whe she saw it

A life in her rose up

From the dark

And yet in reality

It burned her

The Sun maybe beautiful

And yet in reality

It can hurt her.

Reality

And

Fiction

Words that never

Crosspath eachothers worlds

Two worlds

The other

Can hurt

And the other

Doesn't

Yet knowing it's a lie

That can be painful

Knowing it's fiction.

-Dennice.