I’ve been told
that my soul is old.
I am reminded constantly
that I see this world differently.
I like to think that’s true
I like to believe that I really do.
But I see the world
completely bare and unfurled
I see it how it is
a beautiful lie, a deceitful kiss.
I see it for what it is worth
this messed up earth.
People think I see it differently
but I just pretend I don’t see.
Because the truth is, I am terrified.