Is It Real?

I hear the usual.

I hear the praise,

Is it real?

I hear the love,

Does it feel real?

Is the symbol,

Do they make it real?

I see the label,

Do they make it real?

I have seen people close who are like blood,

But it turns to snakeoil when you need them.

I have known people of joy,

But they feel like have better things,

“I have a life!”

I have seen professionals,

But they are poor excuses for a lazy man’s efforts.

I have been in places for fun,

But they look at meek self

And see an ogre;

While the monsters are seen

More Jekyll than Hyde.

So I ask,

Were they real?

I seen love,

Girls who say they care,

O, o Weary heart,

Yee who yearns company

And wishes for hugs.

When one might be found,

They turn away.

I try to be strong,

But deep down,

I don’t know if it’s real.

I’m afraid to ask questions.

Instead of Kindly Rogers,

I get the Twist Headmaster.

One question,

Everything’s gone.

I ask,

Were they real?

All that is left are the angels that are too high,

They sing the sweet songs,

They show sweet love,

But I ask,

Is it real?

Now I am people that love,

People who are kind,

People with heart,

But the damage is far too worn from the past.

And it makes me ask,

Is it real?

I want my life with purpose,

I know there is a reason to be.

But I ask if I die,

Will love be real?

I don’t know.