Reality

BAM,

Do you feel that pain?

Does it hurt?

Sting?

But wait. Let me explain

You want to hurt me,

And think that's ok

You think I'm your toy, gift

Or something to play?

You glide through life,

Thinking you're okay,

Living through a tinted window,

While you use people,

Like they are your prey.

But something is catching up

Something special

Is it a bird or a plane?

I think it's my friend.

I must warn you,

She's not exactly sane.

It wasn't just your words that got you here,

It was your poor mentality,

If I may do the honours,

Say hello to the bitch named Reality