Illusion was what I lived in,
Illusion was what I believed in,
Illusion was what I was allowing to take over me,
Illusion was what was reigning all over me,
Illusion was infact which was shadowing the real me!
Illusionary life was what I was living all along,
Illusionary was the thinking and illusionary were the ways,
Illusionary were my thoughts and illusionary were my beliefs,
Illusion was all over me hiding the real self and the real situations,
Illusion was all over like the dust and the mist which gave a beautiful feeling!
Illusion was brought into my life when the glasses and pieces had shattered around,
Illusion was imbibed in me for not wanting to see the pieces I broke,
Illusion was the disbelief in the shattered pieces being the real me,
Illusion helped me to create a false me and join the shattered pieces,
Illusion was a belief the pieces would never show the cracks,
Illusion was in hiding the cracks and holding the pieces which still cracked,
Illusion was in believing the false me to be the real and real to be non existent!
Illusion was what made me to move into an unintended and rough territory,
Illusion was what made me believe in smoothening the other territory and making it mine,
Illusion was what made me move deeper into the dangerous path,
Illusion was what made me believe in making a new path,
Illusion was what made me believe in making a new self,
Illusion was in making my life filled with new dreams and new beauty,
Illusion was in making me false and living a false me forever,
Illusion was what it was in living the false me forever and ever!
Illusionary was the belief of absence of memories and realities,
Illusionary was the forgetfulness of betrayal and cheating,
Illusionary was what I was covering with the shadow of a new life and a new me,
Illusionary was in forgetting that chuckle of yours,
Illusionary was the belief of past being so past me,
Illusionary was the belief in the fake friendship and fake laughter,
Illusionary was the hidden mask and the hidden hurt!
Illusion was what broke lose with that smirk and the chuckle you still give,
Illusion shattered down when the memories again haunted me and I fought with your shadow,
Illusion made me uncover the mask of the real me haunted with disbelief,
Illusion made me see the betrayal and hurt in the mirror of the real me,
Illusion was what made me question the false illusionary territory seeking false happiness,
Illusion was what made me remove the mask hidden and the scatter the pieces all around!
Illusion was making me see the self which was left dead by someone ages ago,
Illusion was making me realize I can’t ever be alive as the real self ever again,
Illusion was making me ask the devil for one last time “Why did you do this to me”,
Illusion made me question again and again “Why did you make me die such a death”,
Illusion made me kneel and cry at my funeral questioning “Why Can’t I ever be the same me ever”,
Illusion made me pour last rite flowers on me and wondered “Why can’t I never ever return to what I was"
Illusion was further sobbing over , "Why can’t I ever be the person I was”,
Illusion then made me finally realize what I am and can never return to the Innocent Me,
Illusion was what I had become now,
Illusion was what the Illusion and me was made of!
Crossposted@My Personal Blog