do you see your reflection in a golden frame

untouched by the rust of the storm you created?

can you see it gathering dust as you avoid blame?

too scared to get your fingers dirty, you let your outline fade

unknown where the background ends and humanity enters

i can no longer recognize your face and its features

am i squinting hard enough for you?

do i need a microscope to not be blind for you?

you think it’s my job to recognize a blurry spot as a diamond in your eyes?

clean the image you want me to analyze

then i’ll empathize