Realize real lies with real eyes when you see them.

Everyone has a facade you see
I spend my time observing, truly grey is the world
but of bleak sadness? no,
of hidden dishonesty? maybe.

Sure everyone harbors pain, but what makes up the rest?
the world is grey, almost black, from muddled colors
like a paint pallet
comprised of the inhabitants who fail to
realize real lies with real eyes when they see them.