It's not you, it's me.

This is written specifically for some certain people. It's a very personal subject for me.

 

They can say everything looks perfect, but behind it all, it is disrupted.

Beyond the looks of life, somewhere lays the earths reality.

They say it is beautiful, but it is dreadful.

To you it may be wonderful, but for me I see nothing.

It is hopeless to try, what is there is what you cannot see.

I see so less of everything, and they think I do not understand.

When it is wrong to think I do not get it, but I am right when I know when I truly see it.

Something so lovely, in the end to me it only shows ugly.

For you it's magic, for me the experience is just plain tragic.

It is not that I do not understand you; you just do not get me and what I see...

One thing you can trust that I know is that; it is not you, it is me.

It is what I am; it is what you will never see.