He glanced at me though a
Semblance of a
Stained-glass
Reality
I looked back through the
Glazed-over
Rose-tinted
Dream
That he didn't see
(A one-way mirror of a sort)
And I couldn't understand
Why he only saw
The bleak reality
When I saw
The fanciful dream

He saw my life through
An equally rose-tinted
Film of disinterest
I on the other hand
Saw it first-hand
I didn't know how he could
Feel so casually
Toward my disastrous
Black life

The rose tint will fall
With my life
And the reality
Of all things
Will be exposed
To the light