You Used to Speak of Reality...

How money was never plentiful

How you wanted and kept getting


You Spoke of Reality...

How I wanted too much and never received

How you encouraged to drop out of college because we couldn't afford it

But you always got what you wanted: Computer, xbox, games,

Trip ALONE with family to Florida


You Spoke of Reality...

Telling your family how I did nothing but mistreated you

How it was unfair and "uncouple like" to spend time with my friends

Even though I loved you and tried showing you in ever breath I took


You Would Speak of Reality...

How you wanted to do things together

All the while listening to your family

Wanting you to segregate yourself from me

How you said you defended me

Maybe you shouldn't have talked so much shit about me to them

For they only knew what you spoke to them


When You Spoke of Reality...

And my apparent inability to comprehend it

I laughed at you!

Especially when you tried making me believe I was crazy


When in Reality...

The only one deluded and delusional


Was you...


When in Reality...

Who was living the double life?

Letting your family dictate who you could be.

Sleeping with a whore that was supposed to be training you for a job

Where is your whore now?

How much money did she take you for?

Was the pussy worth it?


Reality is...

I mourn for the four years of my life I gave you, wasted on you.

How ashamed I have had to feel around my family

Whom I had just sent a letter to asking them to accept you...

You Talked of Reality...


But nothing about you or your family has ever been real