"You think I do not see
You think I do not notice
But I gleam from your distasteful eyes
The disgust you hold toward me.The judgement you cast is like a heavy cloud
Deepening in shade.
It burdens me that there is no sun
So much so, I wish for rain.I am mindful of your contempt
When I act as I please
And give no caution or consideration
For your own needs.I am keenly aware of your perceptions -
Offensive as they are -
That you are my head,
And you are my arms.
That you are my legs,
And the bandaid that keeps me
From falling apart.I am aware that you think I am helpless without you,
And that I desperately must
Clutch your hand.
But I am not a hapless fawn,
I am sure of who I am.I recognise your sense of obligation to do for me what you can
But I resent it's existence.
I long for a burning desire
To do what you can
BECAUSE you love me.But most of all I am hurt
(That, I will not deny)
Of how you genuinely see me
And of how oblivious you are
To all of you
That I truely see."
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The Faceless Truths
PoetryIt is human nature to fabricate illusions to shield us from our reality. 'The Faceless Truths' exposes thoughts and feelings we would rather keep buried, tearing away the veils we use to distort our perception of reality. The poems and short storie...