To forgive and forget, I live and regret.   Grief speaks its own language;   It forces me to act strong,   But every time I stand up   I'm afraid I'll bump my head.   Eyesight in time.   Things seemed easy,   Only I was building a fence.   And you see in me what I once   Took action against.   Sever my eyes away from   This twenty inch screen.   I've finally got what is tangible.   The more I learn about myself,   The more I see in me to hate.   Your misconception of perception   detains all reasoning.   You're this image of my fears,   Armed with words that shatter my ears.   I am only I but that won't do.   Not for you, you're only you.   Can you see what I've got?   The world is not a tube,   And a brain playing games   With television knobs   Is a steady leak for attention span.   Restore it sooner: unplug the unit.