I see the world,
as I see it through my eyes.
If you dare to see as I see,
you can see the truth of their lies.
To pretentious a world.
Masked by smiling faces.
It’s all to deceive,
appearing as,
they want to make others believe.
Maybe I am a pessimist.
Maybe pessimism has become
a part of my entity.
Now I need something to resent,
and this addiction,
Seems to have no end.
For bare eyes,
now I cease to exist.
No one can hear my plea.
No one can hear my call.
But I shall rise,
As Autumn falls.
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