My Point of View

I observe the people around me, dissecting their behavior, seeing the truths they are too blind to recognize in themselves.
​A woman weeping in the street... I see only fragility.
A public brawl... to me, it is merely evidence of a functional glitch.
Words of consolation... I hear them as nothing more than a collective pact to lie.
​I don't see things the way they do; I see them as they are. From my vantage point, the world is teeming with the deranged-and I am the sole exception. But lately, I've begun to notice things that defy clear explanation.
​Cryptic messages appearing from unknown sources. Expressions that shift the moment I draw near. People vanishing from my circle... or perhaps they are retreating, as if recoiling from something I cannot see. I truly don't understand it. I am simply trying to rectify the flaws I encounter, in my own way-with calm, with logic. Yet, there is a haunting dissonance: every attempt I make to "fix" something leaves behind a mark that cannot be ignored.
​Bit by bit, I am no longer a mere observer of events. I have become a part of them, drifting into the fray without my own consent. Sometimes, I feel as though a reality is being constructed around me-a reality I cannot fully perceive.
​What absolute nonsense.
​And yet, everyone else treats this "reality" as if it were self-evident.
​I remain as I have always been: lucid, steadfast, and sane. So why does it feel like the entire world is looking at me through a different lens?
​Is it truly just because my perspective is unique? Or is it something else?