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They don’t understand.

This preternatural form that has taken over.

Multiple views have taken over.

Split me apart.

I look out the windows of my life as they pass from place to place.

I see beautiful world.

I see a crumbling world.

I see a world in which nothing belongs.

Nothing is right.

They are not right.

I am not right.

I am not wrong is this feeling of displacement.

This sense of defense.

I shield myself from it all.

A lie they all want to believe.

An effigy the have deemed to be me.

But there is not soul to this dishonesty.

There is no truth.

There is no hope.

No faith in this belief.

No relief.

No release from the ones who haunt me.

The ones who protect me.

The ones who live inside my mind.

And never go away.

They say—they understand.