DELUSION

                                 Tearing at the cobwebs from the tire spaces that bear my sight, I sit up and take in the world around me....

                                 Being able to envision the beautiful, not the dark and forlorn.

                                 I cannot believe I have been sealed with-in my own 'self preservation',

My tomb,

 My fear, 

My past.

                                      I am beautiful, but not without flaws~
                                      I am honest, but not without exaggeration~
                                      I am sensitive, but not without the knowing to be cruel.
                                   
                                      I have found the balance between both sides, always knowing it was there,
                                      Choosing not to see,
                                                                     Delusional~
                                                                                       Maybe~
                                                                                                    Yes, I was.
                                      I am awake - I see it all clearly.