See (Rewrite)

(Can't see things so clear,
when my future is dreary,
when I'm too tired,
to give a fuck about...)


Ok, just, stop.
This bullshit ends today.

Blah blah blah about your eyes not
having the clear perception yet
you are actually blind to your
emotions,

But, in my condescending absence,
made another romanticizing,
bleak dystopian view point
over everything I went through.

And what is everything?
One stupid internet chat
that went flat?
Funny how much it meant to me.

But see, what I can't see
is how immature I sound
and how much I did sound
being caught in my own spider web,

My eyes are nothing else but fine,
30-20 vision despite
what so many others
claim it to be,

and looking around,
I should know
that things could
be a lot worse,

"May I Borrow Your Eyes?"
What the fuck is that supposed
to mean, exactly,
to you or to anybody?

I imagine you might have
hurt yourself more
with the procedure than
being such a sissy about it,
and I thought that I
could completely
justify for fabricating
my own delusions
about morality
and guilt, but
there are more
adult ways of
attacking situations
other than
feeling obligated
not to practice
your own
individuality.

Except, however,
when you don't look at your own fucking poem.