With sometimes eyes closed
and sometimes open,
you see the unseen
and unsee the seen.
Your words lie somewhere in between
the voices you cannot condemn openly
and the voices that push you away
from getting soaked up from this sunlight of reality.
You are divided between writing something truly honest
and writing something that masks the truth
so perfectly, it becomes a voiceless waterfall falling
over these incumbent eardrums of the readers.
You hold the might to culture a society
and rationalize its view, shielding it from
the tranny, oppression and unequal treatment.
So next time when you look in the mirror,
remember you are a needle lost in the grass,
you can either sew the ground to cover up
whatever is wrong,
or you can stab others to let them find out themselves.