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.
God knows
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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