Vision.

I have a sick desire
An uncanny knack
For smelling weakness
For seeking the truth

I see you.

You’ve spent a lifetime
Covering your tracks
Hiding behind a smile
A theatrical facade

I see you.

You pour sawdust
Over the vomit
That lies within
The smell masked
For all but me

I see you.

Dig yourself in deeper
With futility
Your inadequacies illuminate
The night sky

I see you.

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