Poem #18// Cracked

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This isn't a fairy tale.
I don't have a curfew that breaks a spell.
I don't live in a palace.
And I don't get the guy.

This isn't a movie.
I'm not a bad ass criminal who finds love.
I'm not a character created by Nicholas Sparks.
And I'm not in any way prefect.

This isn't a dream.
What I say doesn't go.
What I do isn't real.
And what I hope for doesn't come true.

This is reality.
I don't get the guy.
I'm not in any way perfect
And what I hope for doesn't come true.

The pages are torn.
The CD disk is cracked.
And I am awake.
For when others see me happy,
It's really just fake.
~a.k.

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