I don’t really know
How to describe
This phenomenon
But I don’t experience
Reality all alone
I share my eyes
With those in disguise
So it’s hard to explain
That I don’t judge you
But the eyes behind mine do
I try to give advice
That doesn’t shred your ego
But whenever I try to guide
With the waves of suggestion
Which collide with my own beliefs
I get caught in the riptide of hypocrisy
& the feeling of drowning under all perception
A haunting glimpse of fractured selfhood—where borrowed eyes judge, and kindness wars with hidden voices. The ache of being both guide and impostor.
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