All around me
These other black, broken hearts beat.
I'm not the only one
And mine's not alone.  
I see all the dark colors,  
I feel all the dark auras
Of the brightly-dressed walkers
Who try to mask with threads
And toxic meds.
But I know the symptoms,
For it is my own sickness
That I witness
On a daily basis.
What I say is truth,  
Not judgment cruel  
Like what you do
And are used to.  
I am not condemning-
They have already experienced the damning.
I'm not yet saying I am a goddess,
I am only saying I know this:
Your third eye is closed
And you are oblivious.