This state of mind
Has me in my own state of existence
Outsiders witness what is only seen
In a physical form
My inner demeanor is far from the norm
Through circumstances it was born
With each existence it dies
Brought up from it’s ashes
Through me it stays alive
Life’s Metamorphous
Is hard to bear
Camouflaged in cries
As others see as tears
To them is my weakness
Yet all things transparent
Are feared
To them I am clear
Like the substance that falls
From my eyes
All things that are seen through
Have nothing to hide
Is the assumption I’ve projected
To those who see with their eyes
For few have insight
And read between the lies
Have never witness the depth
Of my character
Never seen my reflection because
NOTHING
Stares back at them