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Helpless

I can’t watch this,

I can’t read this,

I just can’t.

It’s all too much, this hate.

It’s all so wrong, our fate.

Was I born too late?

I feel something deep within—watching this unfold.

I feel fear, anger, and deep deep wrongness.

I can only ignore it so long—until they come for me.

I feel helpless—paralyzed—watching

I feel sorrow and depression.

I can only dream, hope, and plea.

Truth of Lies

I see the truth, behind the lies.

I see that unsaid, between the lines.

I see the implications, what will arise.

I untangle the words—see clarity from vagueity.

I untwist the meanings—seeing beyond implied.

I know how they think—I know how to think.

I can see that unsaid, that between the lines, the implications to arise.

I notice the subtleties, the word choice, the tone.

I watch with horror as you don’t.

- Lily.