Sweet illusion

I was happy. I had the style I wanted. The fame I wanted. The singing voice I wanted. I had the best boyfriend, Who I loved and loved me back. I was so happy.

But was happy even happy at all? Not a emotion, but a illusion? I was at the end of the road. The tunnel ran out and the light was visible. No longer shielded from the truth, The mirage was done.

I wasn’t happy in and with this world. I created a world of my own, In which I lived in mentally. It was perfect, But how can you continue to live in a world you know isn’t real? Realistically everything is broken. Knowing it wasn’t real brought reality to my world, It brought the dark. My once beautiful fantasy had sunk into the darkest nightmare. Just the same as the real one.