sampson

Through these glass eyes, I see not unity.Not a pack as we sit upon an emerald step.Not sunshine in our smiles,But pain streaming through our veins.Not care in our gestures,But hatred in our movements.Not equality in our treatments,But favoritism in our allies.Not a humble home to live in,But a cell to be caged in.Not one to look after,But one to run away from.Not them I fear,But myself alleged.Not them concerned,But I who bare reality.Not they, who motion,But I who stand still.Not they, who hate,But I who cannot love.Not us I see,But I alone within me.Not a soul I possess,But darkness in these hollow pupils.Not tender my heart,But strong my thoughts.Not a child I am,But the cover deceives me so.Not me, who I see,But nothing within me.