We are, but an illusion
We are, but an illusion cast upon ourselves by us.
The stories we tell ourselves, shape our reality.
A boy, who thinks he's broken.
Was it really the reality who decided to break him, or was it his own head.
To stop the pain in his bones, he tells himself.
The world, it's too unfair.
But in truth,
The world doesn't seem to change.
It stays the same.
It becomes heaven for some, and hell for others.
It's a choice.
We can get stuck in a routine of self sympathy, that tells us, that it's not our fault.
But, in the end.
It all boils down to what we ourselves think.
For we shape our own reality.
And we believe what we think.