Inside One

The darkness that overwhelms,
isn't that of day and night.
The hole one feels,
isn't that of external pain.

The world one sees,
isn't that of present life.
The silence one hears,
isn't that of peace and quiet.

The image one sees,
is that of another person and not oneself.
The being one touches,
is that of an empty shell that mirrors reflect.

The truth that one hears,
is that of evil's dreadful mockery.
The words that one speaks,
is only that of dreams' possibilities.