Pyschological Turmoil

If you knew the images you saw
Were simple illusions--
That the words you heard
Were figments of imagination...
If you knew your emotions
Were mere creations
That the anxiety you felt
Was all in your head--

If you knew...

Could you turn away,
Put everything behind you...
Then trade one lie for another
Put how you feel aside?
Could you fake a smile
Put the tears away
Then become whomever you chose
Put yourself away for awhile...

Could you?