i want to be [un]seen

i want to be [un]seen

maybe what you can't see can still hurt me

not just by me, but also all the rest, in peace.

don't look now- not through a rose colored glass half emptied,

or fore i bare it as altruistic fact synesthetically,

burdened by the harbinger of a true color's shepherd.

i'm no paragon of resolution lacquered.

ill-defined for my scars, or this dull and dim pocked heart,

not from near or from afar.

but this is who i seem, contemporarily unreal.

one among many around an unspoken we'll,

widely accepted the cost to be the con-sequential,

conditions the release for the blackened soul.

if it still matters, to whom?

pride-open eyes see i have nothing to lose

because i am relentlessly ever-changed

am i orange, green, grey or the fifty other shades?

these hues began overtoned on my pallet;

misunderstanding assembled from profound fathoms.

i found who i will to be in the abyssal blue unseen,

above and below. it happens.it has happened.it's happening.

after all i have collided into deceitful scope

wanting for nothing less but non existent roads.

i am all of it and then some no more.

i want to be seen, until i don't; come forewarned:

i do not accept what you do or not want for me

and i'm not sorry how hard it is to hear.

this i am; not voiceless; not faceless; nor nameless.

for all my stains are not yours nor left unclaimed.

[i'm just jason].