april 3rd, 2001 / eleven fifty three pm

i remember thinking to myself, on some afternoon
while pretending to be asleep by a column of lockers
that maybe this was a mistake.

and maybe by trying to see the good in everyone
i'm duping myself into not seeing who they truly are

convince yourself what you may
things are not what they seem
and though you claim your eyes are open
it's obviously that you only open them
to what you want to see.

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