𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

Awake

How does it feel
to be blinded?
Ignoring the truth
and for what?

To rebel?
To fit in?
When will you learn
that this is just sin?

Wake up now, please!
Pull off
your rose colored glasses!
Open your eyes!

It pains me to see
your judgment clouded.
Please, just try to
even if it's only for me.