I See Through

What I see is warped and twisted,
I can’t discern the reality.
Its like some childhood kaleidoscope revisited,
a distortion of actuality.
I see through…

Its like a pane off a stained glass window,
colors and light reflecting.
Everything is tinted and bright with shadow,
my eyes afraid to be adjusting.
I see through…

A reflection of myself emerges,
I can hardly recognize the sight.
Then the light of understanding surges,
and I see I was anything but right.
I see through…you.