These Lights... Poem by Brittney Karasek

Blinding.
Painful.
Warm.
Bright.
White.
Real?
Fake?
This light is driving me insane.
Is anything what I think it is?
Are you who you think you are?
Perhaps it's time to turn the looking glass.
Do you see yourself?
I can't see myself any more.
Dark.
Calm.
Serene.
Real?
Fake?
This darkness is tearing me apart.
I don't see anything anymore.
Sometimes, I don't know what's worse.
Hide in the darkness;
rebel in the light?
Truth?
Lies?
Why does it matter?
What is love,
what is hate?
Why does it matter?