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 face,

every detail,

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.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s