Scratch a wall long enough
It will come crashing down.
No matter how strong,
No matter how thick,
Scratch it long enough
And it will turn to tiny rubbles
Impossible to build again.
And so the illusion got shattered
Scratched by doubts of its truthfulness;
If it is real happiness or a make-believe.
The world of unexisting unfulfilled dreams,
Of trivial disappointments of a life unlived,
The world of illusions and happiness,
Shattered, forever gone,
Shredding all that remains around.
Now a dystopian world remains
With memories of what has never been
Like shadows following me, reminding me
Of what was wished for but never came to be.
Now on the run from my shadows and demons,
I search for a new world;
Real or not, it doesn’t matter.
An illusion of happiness
Is better than a painful reality.