"seeing things" part 2

I notice when they 

take snapshots of a life they 

never had, and share it 

like they've never felt 

how it is to be so sad. 

they feign understanding, 

but when you're the 

last one standing 

there's not soft  landing 

for the hit of reality 

so harsh

it's like a marsh, 

navigating a world full 

of variety 

no sobriety, just a 

drunken gaze as you 

flow though all the days 

it's like being watched 

but soon realising that 

there was no-one at all. 

people too bust hiding 

hazy flaws to care to 

watch you fall. 

self preservation, not a sin 

just a habit, yet an implication 

that the altruist exists not 

in our own universe

the cruel world you forgot

is still outside 

outside, but not far enough to 

hide from 

our actions we cannot divide 

from ourselves

the world is in us, and we in it 

but do we fail to admit it or 

are we ignorant? 

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a/n: yeah so I seriously don't know when Thursday is TT 

I've been caught up in preparing for a new anthology, one most polished and centred as i mentioned before, so look out for the announcement regarding that, thanks for reading xx