you've seen too much of
YOURSELF/MYSELF/I-SELF

now's no time
to create a fantasy for ourselves
to the old whom we've lost
and to the new we've created
a constant search
for the perfect picture of our lives
to the world and its many people

how deep is deep?
that one's wounds would never heal
you might be the collapsed tower
but we're the little people around
who's injured frm the fallen debris
we are hurting the same way
the only difference is that you fell
but we're crushed.

lies have all grown secret
and truths grown false
a different story to a different stranger
contrasting to the insider