The Real You

Last night I dreamt of you
There you were talking and laughing
I wondered if it was for real

Telling me things I never knew
Chiding me for things I didn't do
Praising me for things I did
I wondered if it was for real

Fighting my complains
Fighting my ideas
Accepting my views
Accepting my beliefs
Telling me your's
Accepting me for who I was
I wondered if it was for real

You were resplendent in the sunshine
I thought it was a glow from within you and basked in it

Your eyes shone a bright shine
I thought it was from the knowledge within you and admired them

You talked a great many ideas
I thought they were your own and applauded them

And then as the Sun set
In that light when it was neither light or dark

I saw that side of you that told me
that you really were real

I turned you and saw that you were broken in the back
were made of glass and cracking
with just the front and nothing in the back
A hollow side that was hidden from the facade

I then realized who you were
Nothing but an empty broken piece of glass with just a front

And all you did was shine when the Sun shone and disappeared when darkness fell
That's who you were
And that's who you really are

A piece of glass
A mere piece of broken glass

And the crazy me tries to treasure it
And put it together
And pretend it's a diamond
And I wonder if it is real

And you call yourself Life...