Come into my view.
Come before my gaze.
So I can see you,
through this thick, gray haze.
Through the illusion,
you pretend to be.
That makes me caution,
this reality.
To view the real you,
shouldn't be too hard.
Do you heal those near you,
or simply discard?
Does life hold value?
Is your word sincere?
Do your friends know you,
to hold them quite dear?
I care not 'bout looks,
height, weight, or your race.
All the lives you took,
can't be replaced.
No physical ******.
Only mental death.
When under fire,
do you care who's left?
Come into my view,
So I can see clear.
You do not want to.
It's the truth you fear.
My view's untainted.
My beliefs neutral.
I see the frayed thread,
of your betrayal.
I see the real you,
your imperfect soul.
Will you start anew,
with a new life goal?
Don't make deception.
I can see your lies.
Manipulation,
the hardest to try.
Come into my view,
either near or far.
Your sins though a few,
make you who you are.
Don't falsely live.
A lie all can see.
Change cannot outlive,
What you refuse to be.
Do you view people for what they are, or what you want them to be? How do you view yourself? Call your view into question.
