The Ever-changing Views of My Kaleidoscopic Life.

You see that flower?
Well, it’s not really a flower

It acts like a flower,
It smells like a flower
It feels like a flower
But it will never be that blossoming beauty

Look closer,
Shed those petals.
Those covers of hurt
Those sheets of pain

Until there’s nothing left
But the raw stem of what was once something it never was.

You see that butterfly?
Well, it’s not really a butterfly.

It acts like a butterfly.
It flies like a butterfly,
It dances like a butterfly
But it will never be a symbol of freedom

Look closer,
Forget the art on the wings
Those covers of deformity
That mask of plastic beauty

Until you see nothing beautiful
But the raw body of broken things that were never whole.

You see that star?
Well, it’s not really a star.

It acts like a star.
It shines like a star,
It radiates like a star,
But it will never produce its own rays of light.

Look closer,
Take away the darkness of contrast
The reflection of false lighting
The lies of potential power

Until you see nothing shimmering
But the raw dullness of something that never sparked.

You see that smile?
Well, it’s not really a smile
Grazing on the face of that girl.

Look closer,
Remove the false laughter
The artificial hint of hope in her eye
The dreams in her head of better days
Look at her.

Until you see no soul.
But the emotionless body left of something that never knew what love was.

And once you have seen the truth,
You’ll blink, forgetting what you were really looking at.