Time to Think

Do I really want to let it go that easily?

But what I find easy might be nothing but a rough journey full of hurt that my other friends saw in me. Well, tell me, who's the judge? Or rather, who is to judge?

In this world full of nothing but first impressions, who am I to turn to for the cold-hearted truth? Who may I ask for an icy dose of reality?

Who's real enough?

All around me, I'm surrounded by fake mirrors that dance around and play tricks with the light. That light, that light is mine. That light is real and the more mirrors there are, the more reflections of my light appear. The more reflections, all the more illusions. 

Such sad realities to be faced with