You may see me as an eagle
Soaring just above the scarlet sunset
But you don't see my inner struggle
So much so its as if we've never met

Friends in theory
Strangers in practice
My minds corrupt and scary
Yours moralized with a sense of justice

I look at you and see civilization
You look at me and think we are the same
And I know you just haven’t come to the realization
That in this tragedy I am to blame

You look at it all and still see a silver lining
But all I see is the eye of a hurricane
Even though you see a light ever so blinding
I’m struck with a swirling gust of pain

But in a perfect world
Parallel to that of our own
My hair would be naturally curled
10111 wouldn’t be set on my phone
And I would be content
I wouldn’t have to repent.

- E. A. F