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Here I'm writing again Unsure whether or not people would like it I thought this was one thing I was doing for myself Guess I will be shadowed by the horror Of how I'm perceived by the ones That don't care that don't hold a place For me in their existence Those never ending stares That never ending noise of laughter echoing right behind my eyes I can't even walk in a straight line? People's perception I need protection Prospero is what I want Percival is who I wanna be But nothing seems possible When all I can think about is Perception I can't stare at myself without being blind I see nothing beyond failure beyond those eyes Emptiness, no soul A lifeless limp in an attempt to live I can't find beauty no matter how hard I try I know I look alright But beneath it all is just an abandoned palace With no one to rule no one to protect Old as always, loveless I can't let anyone in They would be sceptical, They would tear it down again And that's the perception that works out as my worst wish I'm a coward with nothing to be scared of I'm a projector of people's worst I'm the ink that bleeds ruining everything beneath I'm the pin that drops when everything goes quiet And I'm the worst of what people perceive.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 4:11 AM UTC
Perception
Here I'm writing again Unsure whether or not people would like it I thought this was one thing I was doing for myself Guess I will be shadowed by the horror Of how I'm perceived by the ones That don't care that don't hold a place For me in their existence Those never ending stares That never ending noise of laughter echoing right behind my eyes I can't even walk in a straight line? People's perception I need protection Prospero is what I want Percival is who I wanna be But nothing seems possible When all I can think about is Perception I can't stare at myself without being blind I see nothing beyond failure beyond those eyes Emptiness, no soul A lifeless limp in an attempt to live I can't find beauty no matter how hard I try I know I look alright But beneath it all is just an abandoned palace With no one to rule no one to protect Old as always, loveless I can't let anyone in They would be sceptical, They would tear it down again And that's the perception that works out as my worst wish I'm a coward with nothing to be scared of I'm a projector of people's worst I'm the ink that bleeds ruining everything beneath I'm the pin that drops when everything goes quiet And I'm the worst of what people perceive.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 4:11 AM UTC
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