invaded soul
social judgments seep within
such silent entry
you do not know who you are
where you begin and they end
self-awareness
enhancements not necessary….
sometimes who you are
clashes with where you are now
solution be you
no one accepts their nakedness…
we keep our eyes up
making certain that we don’t view
who we truly are
heal thyself…
they stare at darkness
finding lost souls is their cause
but though they don’t say
who they are truly seeking
each breath expelled cries their name
the box of souls…
from which god it came
no one really seems to know
but held in one’s hands
while facing someone different
objects from that soul are felt
this should give enlightenment
but i have been told
what one feels and understands
when carefully viewed
is what’s found inside another
is what one knows of one’s self
the soul’s silhouette…
all your bosom friends
the shadows that follow you
reveal your true form
for they are either like you
or outline your desires
the eyes have it…
reflections seen in the mirror are said to be realistic
images that represent the true status of the viewer
but the mirror often lies or is misread for purpose
