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I tattoo emotions to my body

Not wear them on my sleeve,

It’s because I know nobody can see

So keep them barely underneath.

None of our vision comes in clearly

And it may make life troubled,

So please attempt to hear me

Since we can’t see one another.

You have your vision of  “love”

And then a vision of hate,

If you can’t see what’s meant to be

Then what to we call fait?

What we truly see is nothing

Though nothing is disrupted,

We pretend to see something

But all something is corrupted.

Our vision is completely blurry

And I hate to have to ask this,

But what are we supposed to do

When the world needs glasses?