I see it now, how projection is your protection,

how illusion is the delusion that holds 

the acknowledgement of the pain 

of your reality at bay, how pretense 

is your sole requirement

for making some sense
that lets you stay.

But I also see today 

how your whole heart screams 

for release from the prison of that prism

you have trapped yourself inside, 

thinking you could hide

in false facet and make the world

as you wanted it to be—

and not see me.