State Of Existence

This state of mind

Has me in my own state of existence

Outsiders witness what is only seen

In a physical form

My inner demeanor is far from the norm

Through circumstances it was born

With each existence it dies

Brought up from it’s ashes

Through me it stays alive

Life’s Metamorphous

Is hard to bear

Camouflaged in cries

As others see as tears

To them is my weakness

Yet all things transparent

Are feared

To them I am clear

Like the substance that falls

From my eyes

All things that are seen through

Have nothing to hide

Is the assumption I’ve projected

To those who see with their eyes

For few have insight

And read between the lies

Have never witness the depth

Of my character

Never seen my reflection because


Stares back at them  

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