People pretend
to be okay,
or sad,
or normal.
To hide.
I see
truths
that might
be best left unsaid.
Colors tell me.
They are
encasing,
caressing the vessels
of souls.
Auras.
The energy that is
an open book
allows me
to read them.
Reality becomes
my sanctuary.
But I am
the only one there.
People pretend
to be okay,
or sad,
or normal.
To hide.
I see
truths
that might just
destroy them
in the end.