I put my hand on the mirror, for why
must I try?
Try so hard when I'm dying inside?
Yet I lie:
For to die inside is to cry
And I do not cry.
Instead, what I do is sigh.
Lonely doppelganger staring back at me, speak! Speak if you can see.
I'm not lonely
Because to be lonely, I'd need to have friends,
And they have already end-ed their kindness
Why do you spite us?
Is it due to your own blindness?
I see what you don't see,
I see for you and me,
Even when you don't want to
Find out what they want to do-
With you and me.
Please leave me as I am!
I'm just a poor man!
Maybe I want to remain blind;
It helps me to be kind!
To those ignorant and cruel tyrants.
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Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
