inception

perception.

I always see things

I shouldn't.

The small defects in the walls

The fade of the ceiling lights

Flickering out the last of their gleam

The tiles showing reflections of reality

But under their polish,

The weight of a great lie

Brings cracks to the surface.

Of all the things I see

The hallucinations,

The dreams following me

Out of my bedroom

I see through the cracks

Past the imperfections in the walls

The lights are dim in the truth

This place was made to blind

The dark of our pasts away

To tell us there is hope

Even if scarce

Roaming through the windows

To show us light

Artificial and bruised

Only places our scars

in the spotlight

What we really are

Basked in the radiance

Of honesty.

perception.

I always see things

I shouldn't,

But my hallucinations

Are more genuine

Than reality.