Wipe away not the tears, but the eye wax. You're faking to be blind.

have a go after long abstinence from poetry. Here it goes :

Oh heart of madness shall I persevere,

So as to able myself observe the other side,

But the fire was doused before it succumbed,

To the treacherous wind so fierce.

Audible is my little thoughts,

So to my peers who realised,

That life is too simple to understand, and just by

Concluding with intricate decision making.

That's who we are actually,

Feeling superior by attaining advance intellect,

When the society lies and spit in your face,

But we're shrouded by a translucent barricade,

That seeks to impede only reality.

Thus,

We live in our idealistic world.

Peace out and goodnight.