Broken Glass

This is another of my old poems. I decided to go with this one this week because a couple of days ago, I got comments on it from Hello Poetry, which I haven't even logged into for years. Anyway, I figured if people there liked it all of a sudden, maybe you guys would too. 

I view my world through broken glass

it distorts everything I see.

Things that should be nice and comforting

all look dangerous to me.

Everything around me, everyone I know

is so twisted and unrel.

I'm living in this nightmare wasteland

where fear is all I feel.

I know this place is beautiful.

I hear it all the time

but it just looks like a prison cell

to these broken eyes of mine.

All these strangers that surround me

I guess you'd call them family and friends

just make me fell like I'm a spy

who's trying to act like one of them.

Is there smewhere out ther I can go

that will really look like home?

Or am I doomed to see only ugliness

and to always feel alone?

Are there people out there in this world

who will truly be my friends

who will love me and respect me

and on whom I can depend?

If I keep searching long enough

will I ever find a way

to see the beauty in this life

so I will have a reason to stay?

Or will I wander aimlessly

until the day I die

looking for a place and a life

that I will never find?

I wish that I could see the world

for what it really is

but my corrupted vision

is a problem I don't know how to fix.

For now I'll keep pretending

to see things the way you do

and hope that Im the one who's wrong

and it's you who sees the truth.