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I see everything, all sides, all facets, everything all at once, and, because of this, I feel I can never truly participate, I am always an outsider, my opinion is never truly welcomed, because I see it all before it unfolds, I see both inner and outer and all of the masks before a word is even spoken, I sense the shifts in tone, in energy,
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by thewildestwallflower

I see everything, all sides, all facets, everything all at once, and, because of this, I feel I can never truly participate, I am always an outsider, my opinion is never truly welcomed,

because I see it all before it unfolds, I see both inner and outer and all of the masks before a word is even spoken, I sense the shifts in tone, in energy,

in the way you stumble on a certain word or vowel sound.

I am a sleuth who never asked for the job who cannot help but see clues rising up before me, screaming in my ears, dancing on my tongue, tingling on my skin.

I stand on the precipice of society because it’s better for us all.

If you knew what I know, you wouldn’t want me around, telling you inconvenient truths, storing up your secrets, my mind an unrelenting trap of information.

I did not ask for this unforgiving gift, but neither did anyone else, so I stay silent,

I slink away back into the black of lonely where I learned to live and to be and to understand why it is better this way. I am not cold. I am kind.

And that is why I let you think whatever you want about me. I know the truth. I know who I am. And who you are, and who she is, and him, and so forth.

And I know you could not bear the burden of it.

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