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Seeing is believing—
Seeing is believing.
If truth is what the eyes see,
Then I might be blind.
Eyes are the window to the soul,
Yet I can’t see through the glass—
Through the mask.
Oh, pitiful eyes of mine,
How many lies have you fallen for?
Victim of human masks,
Victim of illusions,
Tired and worn, deceived by every glance.
If my eyes can’t see through deceit,
What shall I turn to?
About the Creator
Anu's Quill
I’m just an existential wanderer who happened to stumble into poetry. I think about writing more than I actually write—not the best poet, but trying to get better, word by word, as I share my thoughts and voice.
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Comments (2)
I truly appreciate it! Those deep and sharp lines resonate with me. Thank you for sharing!
These eyes deceive us, and we fall for it.