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I hide behind it,
crouching and shutting my eyelids
as though it's as dark on the other side of them.
I'm silent as night, still as a corpse;
all I hope for is that they don't find me.
If they did, I would be ripped apart
limb from ugly limb.
Emotionally attacked, I'm forced
far down low;
Lower than I already lie.
I can never let them truly know
for they will never truly understand.
I am all knowing
and that simple truth only makes me even more ignorant.
However,
I am ignorant by choice.
If only one day
I could stumble upon a lost soul
who sees just as I do,
only with brighter, clearer vision.
Perhaps, then,
I'll see more clearly.
If I like
or at least, accept what I see...
you may see the real me.