Disclaimer: This was originally by Rejecting Their Reality. I'm posting it so people who enjoyed it can continue enjoying the story.
I am not a real person
I am fake, I am one-hundred percent me
And you are you so you can't see what I see through my fake eyes.
Your blood runs through his veins,
Yet all you see are the bloody stains caused by painful goodbyes
There is this thing that can make a strong man weak and a weak man strong
My father told me what the secret was and I see his words come true each day
The secret is something you refuse to give him
It is something that has been ripped away
Something people can see
The secret leaves from someone's lips
And makes sparks soar from finger-tips.
You can fly up above in the sky
Ad no matter how hard he may try he can't reach you
Because you're too high
And he cannot fly as you can.
Hear no evil, see no evil, and the evil goes away right?
Wrong.
Because the evil you attempt to ignore is good
He is simply misunderstood.
But no.
You are right and I am wrong
Because I can see what you forgot.
You forgot that in everyone's beating heart there is a dot of darkness.
There is a spot of imperfection.
And if allowed
If ignored but fed it grows.
And soon that dot grows to a spot that grows to a puddle underneath the red you once saw.
The secret
The love is slowly killed.
It's dead except for one. Little. Dot.
I am fake because I love those red dots.
I am fake because I try to make those red dots grow and take back a heart that hurts
If only so they can try to touch a sky they've never felt.
I am fake because I melt the ice you have covered his heart in
And have stitched the wounds of shattered pieces of his soul so that he may put it back together.
I am fake because I nurture those who think they need correction
Because of an imperfection that you caused.
But I am fake
And you are you
And soon he'll see he can touch the sky too.