It’s the bit of what I am working to change that enrages me when someone flashes its reflection in my direction.
Reception always leaves the image inflated, degraded into the monstrous version that’s risen in my imagination.
Irritation leaves me restless, angry, biting to voice correction.
Rejection of my intentions is the only obvious and expected reaction.
Retraction follows in line with the string of conclusions.
Illusions leave a raw trail of presumptions in this situation.
Infatuations in false facades of humans, building false idols who behave in adverse alignment with their own declarations.
Infiltration into the machine, I might only hope would deliver enlightenment as to the cause of this mutated ignorance.
Common sense, it seems, has flown away, reduced the population to exercised in denouncing others for their charity, for their humanity.
Only insanity explains why it has achieved invisibility in our own mirrors.