Seeing

I am the master of seeing things that are not there,

Not that I have regrets,

But I am tired of my feelings,

My feelings that blind me to the truth of the matter,

My feelings that lead me instead of reality,

That lead me into thinking that there is a deeper love than originally seen,

These delusions of grandeur

make me think that I am not alone

But the depth of the matter is

I am alone trying to not be alone