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: 
Nothing.