Her notepad poems:
The Illusion Of Life Poem

The illusion of life

When I look back at life, I wonder if its real
Look back in to my past, things done seem so unreal
Is life an illusion, or is it just a dream
How do we really know, if life is what it seems
I've always had my doubts, but life can feel so real
So what if I am wrong, what if it is unreal
How can I escape from, a never ending dream
Would I really want to, this worlds not bad it seems
I see beauty and love, wonderful things so real
Terror and destruction, why can't they be unreal
At night I try to sleep, escape in to a dream
Is that life the real one, or the illusion it seems
Look into the mirror, is the reflection real
Am I the illusion, is it me that's unreal
Inflict pain on myself, to wake up from the dream
Yet I'm still here or mad, there's no escape it seems
Dean Thorpe
Edited photo of Dean Thorpes eye

About the poem

I hear so many people talking about real life, but what is real life and how do we know its real. Films like the Matrix manage to show how we could all be living in a simulation or just a dream! When you wake up from a dream you can often only remember what happened in that world for a few seconds, so who is to say that the world you are in now isn't in fact a dream and when you are asleep is actually the real world? Think back to your past and the things you have done, are any of those things out of character and not the sort of thing you could ever imagine yourself doing? What if your past was just implanted memories, how would you ever know if you had really done those things or not? Do I really believe any of that is true? Not really, but you never know! Maybe your whole life is purely an illusion!!!