Have you even noticed?
Your vision seems to be a bit impaired.
You say it's all fun, really.
That they're okay.
That you're okay.
But you're still making up those same old stories
Because they let you escape from it all.
Escape from losing
Mum (…e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g…)
Escape from all the
Taunts, jeers, insults
And that hate, loss, and envy
And all those
Petty, pointless problems that always seem to follow you.
Everywhere. you. go.
And you hide behind those
m|a|g|a|z|i|n|e|s|,
s/t/o/r/i/e/s/,
s m i l e s
c.o.l.o.r.s.,
l-a-u-g-h-s-,
p h o t o s.
And you pretend
Like it's all
R e a l .
Because who wouldn't like it to be?
Isn't it better than
What is really
Out there?
Isn't it better than
The truth?
Getting l-o-s-t in that
Made-up, fantasy world that you've created
Is a pleasant vacation, really.
But do you ever miss r|e|a|l|i|t|y|?
Because you've been absent for so, so long.
AN: Thanks to my lovely beta wisegirlweasley for the help. :)