Eyes do not see what we see in reality
For rats can resemble mice
And the apparent bad can be nice
Colours can quickly turn to shades
As can flowers turn to grenades
What can appear to be a skull
It might actually be something quite dull
A candle that isn't so bright
It will actually create much more light
The horrific monster that we won't go near
There is really nothing to fear
The story that we see through our eyes
It can sometimes be nothing but lies
YOU ARE READING
Words for the lonely
PoetryPoems written by a weirdo with issues! These don't always make sense but it's my art. Enjoy!
