Double perspective

I stare at you. I stare at you with a disbelief.
You look back and scorn with that hate charging you like a bull.
The buzz of electrical activity causing the mild paranoia.
While you accuse me of crimes beyond my culpability.
Only the accused can understand the pain of being accused wrongly.
I am confused whether to feel sorry for your mistaken identity
Or to feel enraged by your melodramatic overture.
Flashes of short instants.
I can see the sea of divide widening.
No wonder they call it the blues.
All hope and trust on humans just oozes away.
Enstranged by my own kind.
Prisoner to emotions in a free world.
The worthlessness of a sacrifice.
Oh how i want you to know the pain of being a unsung hero.
The feel of being killed by an abstract being called hate and vengence.
Is true happiness merely an illusion.
And so the God mother closes her book of fairy tales,
Kisses her kiss goodnight.
Because she knows life.....
Is so much easier in dreams.