I do not wipe away my tears
fearing what I will see when my vision clears
Whether they're warm or cold
I won't deny the meaning they hold

As the rock I feel I can't reveal that I too am weak
So I find comfort in the little hugs on my cheeks
In times when I choke my cries and hide my frowns
My tears are always around

You know less when you think you know more

There is a woman known far and wide
For the pleasures she brings to those by her side
She is always here, her presence inescapable
I can never avoid her tragic parable

Her beautiful glow distracts from her other reputation
Her influence has its hold on my entire nation
I can never understand why someone so hated
Has both men and woman so easily baited

She seduces people with false promises of comfort
But makes them lonely and depressed, rejecting any cohort
Leaving no one to return to but her
It seems everyone I love prefers this loathsome flavor

From my earliest memories
To present day
I have always filled the emptiness
Found in any situation
With incredible adventures
Fabricated by the imagination
Some of them would be a dream of envy
Wishing to escape my own world
But no matter what book, movie, or story I entered
They would eventually fall apart as they grew tiresome
Because there is nothing substantial in envy
Even in the fun it could bring
Reality will always win against our dreams
But dreams give us the conviction
To work towards our desires
The other variety my dreams came in
Was that of exitment and curiosity
About how a situation would or could unravel in reality
These dreams took take place in my world
Still, they would fade as well
Because the moment and opportunity that I dreamt of
Would eventually pass
Whether it had gone the way I imagined or not
At the end of the day
Our dreams are no more, and no less
But if there's one thing I've learned from them
It's that all of our stories
Are something we write
Even if they're affected by outside influences
And the one story that will stick by you
Is the one we call reality