True Sight
This is the way I always feel
I'm back here in the same gods-forsaken place
standing upon a field of blackness
as the universe inverts itself around me
the lights of the stars twinkle out,
just fade away
as all the happiness and hope I once had
and trust is ever so hard to gain
as I dole it out freely
since I know I'll see through you
just as illusions are transparent to me
like glass instead of solid matter,
it's both my blessing and my curse
being forced to face
all that a person really is
instead of the illusion they place upon themselves
and the reality of it all is sick
frightening beyond all imagination
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