From her perspective broken poetry

The unraveling of..... She felt it fore she saw it The arguments, tense atmosphere The attitude, faux titles The jeering and leering An incorporeal presence One that re-presented hate or mistrust A somewhat foreboding sense e nervous energy And like a lock it clicked All she was missing was it The two at the start of the end The missing pieces of the whole The beginning of.... Stories from the minds eye Treasures from the heart Memories she can't fully remember Songs without lyrics Poems without meaning Pictures painted perfect By her ever present presence She found her redemption In world's away In songs that away And in every senseless being                                          She'd heard it all before, all the words they callled her She Did care All she did was convince herself she didn't She could cloud her mind Always with pictures and dreams She could leave our time All to escape the reality She tried butit never worked Always to become better She didn't know the missing piece All she hoped for was for better She didn't work or pray She messed up but not again All she wants is redemption The rise of a star The birth of a Queen A new beginning A fresh ending For every beginning is an end And every novel is a sentence In a slim chapter Of a slim book One worn with age Repetitive and new The same yet different The start and the end Of a rising, a burning, a becoming For a star shines only, As long as it burns So here's to new beginnings And burnings of infinities Love A dark feeling A persistent falling endless despair Boundless joy Are you even real? Sometimes I'll sit still wondering are you even real? Reality is my prison  and my fantasy my Paradise  where my dreams are black and white   I see through Rose colored glasses    my thoughts are in clouds    distortion of mind and matter     I question my existence     and I questioned yours too     I'm thinking are you even real?     My heart's painted a picture that my mind could not cope with    My mind tells a story that's my eyes do not agree with    My sanity is without and insanity within    I'll look up once more and ask are you even real?   Reality my prison or a figment of my imagination   My last question not to you but to me   Am I even real?