Faulty Vision

The self he could see
And the self that was he,
Were not the same self
As his mind wasn’t free
To see things as they are,
It was withered and scarred
And it tainted his vision
Now feathered and tarred
So the he that he saw
Was dark, withered and raw,
He saw no single positive,
Only the flaws,
Whilst the he that is real
When the mask, back you peel
Is a boy who can love
Who can hold, who can feel.
But he hides and he cries,
Because through his own eyes
He should never be loved,
Only ever despised.

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3 Responses to Faulty Vision

  1. J says:

    So beautifully written

    Like

  2. Yu/stan/kema says:

    Very good, Pooky.

    Like

  3. jfb57 says:

    Changing that misguided view is so difficult though isn’t it and we all know mirrors distort anyway xxx

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