In my head is the image
Of what I always wanted to have,
What I always though my life would be.
But surrounding me
Is the reality of the life I’ve been given,
The hell we pretend
Is good enough for you and me.
And I must merge these two realities.
I must come to accept
The truth that surrounds you and me.
I must let go of wide-eyed hopes
That we once thought would always be
Out there, right in front of you and me.
There is more to live for, that there is hope.
But, God, I am still sinking
In this new found reality.
—Written by Sandy Heights
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