We sat under the same
Night sky yet the stars
Painted two diferent pictures.

I see the betrayle
As it eminates from
The stars above.
Disguising the most
Disgusting thing as such
A beautiful one.

All you can see
Is love.

You say I have problems.
That I need help.

Do you still not
Realize the cruelty
That is life?

You're vision is
The poisoned one, not
Mine.
Their pain is almost as invisivble as me.

We both look at the same
Evening sky, sharing the same
Loving stories from the stars.

Because I don't need to share
My stories to know what
You would think.

~𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌