I'm Not Real

She wasn't real, or, at least didn't feel an extension of the people around she herself was lost among the found her life was a blessing and too, a curse She loved it and hated it emotions reversed when in the low, she craved that pain those feelings of self disdain the overwhelming hate, coated in rage the relentless game she was made to play but when high she could fly an all-consuming ocean of emotion the tides either high or the water drained, the pool barren or a tsunami and rain It was a downpour she could not escape Either flood or drought the danger swam in the sand and the sea but always present, undeniably She had no escape, no way out but the extreme and so she would suffer indefinitely until the end when peace would descend she was stuck in this life her stupid self not a friend