Reality Is A Lie Poem by Moth Harris

If strength was born from heartbreak
then this world wouldn't weigh so much on my shoulders.
The birds always fly, but we never see them die.
Why is it that I cannot soar that high.
I guess my nightmare is the truth, reality is a lie.

Now everything is imaginary, like my love for you.
I guess it's good as forgotten or at least deceased.
Everyone cries, and everybody dies.
Goals can't be accomplished no matter how hard he tries.
Your words were nothing but lies.

My wings are broken and all of the pretty feathers have flurished.
I suppose the clouds are too far out of my reach.
I can try, but I know I will most certainly die.
I was never meant to fly, or have anyone by my side.
I just never thought you would've lied.