Tears Of Dust

Was it distortion or delustion,

Was it a memory or was it a dream?

Those words keep me replying in my head.

My head screams in anger, not understanding. Saying

out loud and taking claim of what happened They say,

"That's unreal. That's all fake."

How can someone take control of something That felt

unreal and felt all fake?

As a child, I knew that something was bad,

Telling myself, it will all go away.

I will soon, one day, forget.

And yet again, I say:

Was it a distortion or a delusion?

Only to make myself feel better,

Only to sit and vent

To another.