There are so many things, I cannot see,
lest I use my glasses.
Now that I can see it clearly,
I can make out every shape,
every little thing.
Yet I`m still frightened, even more that I used to be.
Even though I can see clearly,
everything is a mystery.
Everyone I thought I knew is not who they used to be,
Hidden deep withing is a great monstrosity.
Now everyone wears a costume and a fake mask
I can no loner see the purity in me and you.
I no longer feel feelings true.
I am sightless.