Authors note: this poem is inspired by the Truman Show. It is basically about  how is this world all real or just a figment of my imagination. I am not particularity proud of this piece, but it was a difficult subject to wrap my mind around in text.

This life is all I have ever known
But I remain lost.


Each step of the way I question of reality
Is reality real?


Imagination play tricks
judgment miss interprets

I struggle to remain in tact

to keep from fraying.

Do I even exist?