Reality Hurts

• John Aguilar, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

Reality is too much to go through, I hate it,
Bullies or friends,
Swinging between what they truly are,
I wish I could just stay in my own world.
Never snap back to reality
Because reality hurts sometimes
And reality isn’t fun when you’re alone…
I sit in the far side of the apple tree all by my lonesome,
Sleeping silently in some slow, slinking shade
Reality tries to take the loneliness away
But instead plunges me into a great slumber
And I believe, that I, am at the top, king of the mountain, I like it.
But when apples drop, wakes me up, and I end up sunken.
It saddens me beyond belief,
To know no one would act or think
To wake me.