As I look into the mirror of cold reality,
My dreams are frozen and ripped right out of me.
I must hear though I don’t want to,
Because all is truth that comes from you.
Reality is the salt in an open wound,
Leftovers from my previous mood.
I lingered past what I want to feel,
Still can’t tell what pain is real.
As random spikes of hope creep up,
Cold reality is just too much.
All I feel seems magnified,
My feelings spilling from the inside.