Perception

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Perception never was,

and never will be,

reality.

Self-serving eyes

Staring only at their own reflection

Not the whole — capturing the essence of

the moment

which was

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

You’re so vain,

I bet you think this poem is about you.

The truth of which you couldn’t fathom.

Even if you were drowning, I wouldn’t save you,

So manipulation would be futile — as I watched you sink.

Don’t ask for my complicity in your deceptions,

When the problem is not me.

And the truth hurts, but you will see.

And whatever happens to you,

will be of no concern to me.

Harsh?

But as is life…

Confusing the fantasy with reality and the superficial with substance.

I think you hate me for telling the truth,

But it doesn’t change it.

The reality is,