Often, what is most important to us is more important than the truth will ever allow it to be.
That small detail eats away at our minds;
It becomes everything we know.
We justify the pain it causes for the initial rush it gives.
Positivity! We scream and chant.
And we dance and enjoy the moment
Because of the uncertainty that life brings and that people so commonly forget.

Rejection:
It taunts us.
How could we have felt so invincible before and so inadequate now?
So we challenge it.
We push the boundaries once again;
Temptation dominates common sense.
And we fight for what is our own version of the truth:
A fabrication.
But the real truth resists.
Again we are at war with ourselves
And we despise ourselves
For ever allowing ourselves to be so weak.
Because that one thing that ever kept us alive and sane is now the same reason we’re slowly dying and kept in that white walled room under a watchful eye.

And we know the repercussions.
Yet the destructive pattern continues.
Because although our minds are fragile, they have determination.
So we continue to push and fight
Until we can’t fight anymore.
Because often, what is most important to us is more important than the truth will ever allow it to be.