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How to remove the stitches,

From such an infected wound.

I’m not sure how to

Unlearn a lie.

How to spot the truth,

When I look into your eyes.



I am not a pessimist,

I just spot what seems

All too clear to me.

I overcompensate for all the bad things,

That you refuse to see.



When you look at me,

I know you see things that aren’t there.

A mind is such a glass,

I can see the words behind your stare,

And I know what is not there.