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I see it all as the whispers play across my mind 

the gift of a curse held since birth 

And what of these universes 

no one seeks to play only to

to understand.

i tire of these truths

that plaguethe landscapes of my mind. 

a lonely existence in the spaces of 

btween the voids 

under the gaps behind the presence.

you think you may understand 

what it's like to bend spoons with your eyes

melt wax with a tthought 

but we are different 

you claim my gift as mmadness my thoughts 

ever veiled in sounds of inaudible truths 

you don't hear me like I hear you.

it hurts to know the truth 

you can never hide it from me

your thoughts are so loud

they hit me before your body even speaks 

this is all I know. 

this is who I am 

crazy as shit 

a delusional fuck  whose perceptions 

dont exist in your world

happy to bend over backwards 

disguising who I am

But how long to you think 

my heart will hold oout knowing the evidence 

you push to the sside?

It hurts.

But I am strong enough to weather 

your unenlightened eexpectations

none of you want this of me 

It makes me too far removed

no matter how much I hide it from you

i can never hide it from me.

ive kept you safe from the fires in my mind 

Ive held you at your brokenness

ive lifted you up without wings

and here given all of my gifts to you

every treasure of my mind,

you want nothing of my true existence

And who I really am

what hurts the most 

is 

being alone in this barren land 

when I need you the most. 

Truth is I scare you.