The names I have acquired from those I hold most dear.
Some are quite obscure, while some are crystal clear.

A ****, a liar, and a  hypocrite just to name a few.
I suppose I'm not so good at picking up the que.

I once wandered to a field where I thought I would find peace.
Where the voices that weigh so heavily would finally come to cease.

I stood out there all alone and while the sun massaged my back.
It was then and there I guess, where I first saw the crack.

My illusions I guess they suffered too underneath the strain.
Unable to bear the weight of going against the grain.

Regrettably I stepped up and put my eye up to the crack.
What lies beyond my illusions? In what there do I lack?

A fallacy in my logic weeping there upon a ledge.
Inching closer to the fall, toes curled over the edge.

I said nothing just braced myself for I knew it had to be.
Another point of reference in what I was to see.

This fallacy is that I am of someone worth a thought.
That you would stop and think of me, an idea I had bought.

When in fact there it stood, the truth that caused the break.
Shining through the illusion, like the sun upon a lake.

Now you would think I'd spackle this and simply walk away.
But if I'm to be reminded I must leave it for today.

To come back to this illusion and be reminded of the truth.
That my presence matters not, is no mystery for a sleuth.

Today I had many plans, all of them fell through.
From going to a party to hanging out with you.

I suppose I'll go back to that field and gaze into the sun.
Where the silence follows me and the imagination runs.