by Ethan
The naked eye cannot see everything,
For it can only see what it knows,
It cannot see the inside the psyche of others,
Nor can it fully see itself,
For it is afraid to see,
To observe its faults,
To come to terms with all of its tears,
It only thinks it knows,
“I see into myself, I know my flaws, I know my strengths,”
It boasts, yet it only knows the light side of the moon.