What’s In Front Of Me

It seems like I can’t be seen
People always think I’m mean,
No matter what I do
It never seems to come through

There’s evil behind every deed
Or so they all seem to believe
No one can just be nice
Echos in my head every night

What’s causing the illusion they see
I need to know what’s in front of me

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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