I lived not my life,
I lied to myself
I feared not being heard,
I pursued what wasn't there.
I was scared of the painted devil😈
Forsaking the presence of a Living Angel.
I heard things that made me hate,
My whole fantasies were painted... Fake.
I had believed in fairy tales
The stories couldn't define my Fate.
But The Day I Realize Santa Claus is Fake,
The Whole Fantasy Starts Away To Fade.
©gracedking
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