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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