Reality

is what we feel real?

Why does everything I do
fall under ridicule?
every decision I make
or action I take
Sometimes it seems like theres me
then there's the world
stood not with me but against me
eyes meeting across the river
with a chill in the air
and all to fear but the life of one.
As always untrue,
but feels the same none the less,
just breathe,
take a breath,
theres a friend by your side
supposedly