My Reality

I am tired and resigned This attention I seek Is but a mirage Seemingly real yet unreal An illusion devoid of substance Like the magician’s abracadabra All smoke and mirrors! I am weary and forlorn This intimacy I crave Is but a whimsy Apparently intense yet fickle A farce with no speck of heart Like the interlopers deja vu Strange and stranger I am crazy and melancholic This love that I cherish Is but mere infatuation Clearly obsessive yet apathetic A ruse lacking in essence Like a mistress’s mon amour Phoney and glib. I am sad and dejected This commitment I deserve Is but an aspiration Supposedly attainable yet wishful A delusion with no seeds Like a deranged man’s gibberish Meaningless and obtuse I am alive and am kicking This truth I desire Is but a necessity Evidently important yet witheld A trickery without material Like a prisoners anecdote Imaginary and mythical