Blind To What is Real

I'm not so well
Trying to experience normality
I scream so I can try
To find worth in indifference

I know I'm sick
Any attention would shelter me
You don't have a clue
In your own permanent summertime

Not me
I am blind to what is real
Not you
You are everything I feel
That will leave me helpless

I'm disgusted
My esteem rises with despondence
I shout so I don't
Find my worth in emptiness

Not me
I am blind to what is real
Not you
You are everything I feel
That will leave me helpless

All that is wrong is acceptance
All that is wrong is acceptance
All that is wrong is acceptance
All that is wrong is acceptance

The End

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