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My warped perspectives are not understood,
Because while looking through the cracked windows that are my eyes, my sunshine can't be reached-
I look into the version of reality and see only a mass,
A crowd of people opposite of who I am with only little strings attaching each other,
So easily cut.
The rain may come but I see are the drops,
Thinking maybe now I can let out my tears without much notice-
The views from my eyes see only pain,
The falseness of some smiles,
And the newly formed scars on wrists.
Darkness is no longer a stranger.
The sun is on the other side, upside down-
Visible but unreachable.
The only option to get to the light which is supposed to be happiness
is to turn upside down everything the I remember.
Depression is now comforting,
So I will hide behind my eyes
And now pretend to be a cookie cutter.
With no rebellious thoughts of different perspectives-
Fit into the mold that is found on your doorstep, beautifully Wrapped to cover the ugly that is inside.
"I really hope you like this new you!",