The Illusion

"Its an illusion", I told myself.

If that's true,

Then why am I living in it?

Why then, do I dance with the winds,

Or bask in the glory of sunshine

Thinking, "Life couldn't surely get better."





The answer lies with me

And i don't want it to be told.

Who am I hiding it from then?

The halo of my real feelings

Encompasses my illusion,

Or does my illusion halo

around The Truth?







The Truth needs to be told, to be felt.

Can I bear its aftermath then?

Or have I become so lost

in the illusion that I created for myself,

that The Truth is now an illusion?