What do you see?
When you look at me, what do you see?
I know what I see,
I see a darkness,
A blackness that is never seen or noticed,
A space that will never be filled,
A void in the sight of those who try to perceive me for me.
Because I know what you see,
You don’t see color, you say,
You only see me, you say,
But I am my color, and my color is I.
Oh, I know what you truly see,
Like a blindness for all things other than yourself.
You see absolutely nothing,
Because in your eyes I am just that: