my story

And when I say it out loud
In one cohesive story
Sometimes
My life doesn’t feel like my own
As though
I’m recounting a book I read
Rather than my own experiences

But that’s not always the case
At points
I can’t tell the difference
Between what exists now
And what happened then
The lines blur
Leaving me in a daze

Reality is merely an illusion
A reflection of the mind
Cant help but wonder
Which one is better
Or if concepts like good and bad
Are merely distractions
How can we know for sure
In the long term
What will help
And what may hurt