cutting ties

I feel a lot like a teenager-
Silly, melodramatic, and full of lofty dreams that were never real.

I feel resentful of reality -brought down to a level I prefered never to acknowledge.

There was so much destined to fail, I guess. And, so much I hoped would survive.

To properly pay respect to reality, I am cutting ties with dreams. Acknowledging truth, and walking on alone, lonely, facing the burden of life.