It has always been easy for me to look into the windows of other people’s souls,
See the truths they all hide behind, underneath superficial layers of primped and sculpted flesh.
The real, the raw, the crux of their essence, and all of which that drives them to be,
My gaze bores past their selected reflections, my senses heighten as our eyes rapidly enmesh.
A gifted curse, a cursed blessing; a hellish burden and divine consecration in one,
This empathic sight ostracizes me, like a lonely wallflower slinking into a mooncast shadow.
Detecting fakes with ease just as the Queen can an ugly faux fur, it is hard to play me the fool,
Their performance is so transparent, yet I am amused to witness these egos basking in the afterglow.
A bedtime story recited by heart, reading as though the words were printed on their skin,
Secrets of shame, tears laden with guilt, wounds still bloody and bruised, and wickedly burning desires.
People never are as they appear to be, just carefully condensed versions influenced by societal powers,
Trimmed and pruned to fit within the times, Patriarchy sets ablaze to these internalized wildfires.
Connections are brutal to forge, cast away by the discomforts of these unintentionally prying eyes,
Sanctioned by my soul to live this hell, punished for knowing more than they know about themselves.
Try as I might, I cannot flip a switch, turn off this hindsight of vision devouring galvanized fortress walls
A magic mirror reflecting their covert traits cloaked in smoke, best left untapped, rotting away on dusty shelves.
But then you came along, shattering my steely solitude and testing my conjurable craft,
An aberration never encountered before, whose black eyes held mum with unexpected immunity.
Shaken to my jaded core in wonderment, a reprieve from such an isolating mental plague,
Blinded by joy to my own fragile vulnerabilities, relishing the deviancy- carelessly unaware of my lacking impunity.
Without foresight to envision what was there lurking, without a soul to whisper your secrets,
I had no way to know, no way to prepare, missing the red flags warning of the danger you imposed.
Caught in the tornado of your game instantly, swirling whirlwinds concealing a love untrue,
Never withstanding a chance, you’re the epitome of everything in life I ever stood up for and opposed.
The isolation I had felt no longer existed to me, the dejectional ache welcomed after knowing you,
Cursed as it may be, intuition had protected me from falling victim like prey to self-serving ulterior motives.
Unable to read you, I must shamefully admit that I’ve been forsaken by my own hand,
Letting you in was my biggest mistake, regretfully seeking to quiet those steadily streaming of emotives.
A lesson learned, I suppose, to run from those with windowless souls, for they are not in hiding,
There is no mask, no pretending to fit in, no fakeness about the evil seeping from somewhere inside.
You were never my saving grace, never meant to rescue me from the hell of my own creation,
This burden of divine consecration was fated to be my armor, with purpose as strong as the changing tide.
The Angrivated Mom 