I sit and look on, as through the one way mirror afforded me by social network media you ripped away at the self that you had created of me...years of an image of pristine ideals and a childlike innocence, despite my pleading that these be stripped from the caricature; which is only reasonable after all, as they especially to me are in no way truly the torn battered soul who continually stands before you, as a leper would dare cross the threshold of royalty... you refused me the mercy of seeing me as i saw myself, and let me see the light you saw in me...a light I have since lost sight of in the short passing of 3 moon phases...and now in this a seeming unending abysmal eclipse, I am comforted- or was, as it seems, like so much in this world, an illusory facade- by the thought you were doing better than even my walls had, which surround my internal conflict like a dam ardently holding back an unending mighty Torrent of water, existent to ensure those who would express worry would be allayed to think naught amiss with me... but even that was more of my Naivete...nevertheless, I plough on
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