Rose-Colored Glasses Poem by Lilly Rose

Remove these rose-colored glasses.
What is the world if it can’t be seen
Exactly the way it was meant to be?
Suffering, pain; all the things which
We so desperately struggle to erase.
Make the world that which it truly is.
Tears aren’t a sight of sorrow,
But a representation of heart.
Pain isn’t to be overlooked,
Rather, something to be shared.
We all wear these tinted shades,
Lenses catered to our perspectives.
Its the reason we allow our
Neighbor to cry alone at night;
The teen by your side finds it
Necessary to take his own life.
We care only for ‘ourselves’
[the part of the world which
Fits into our point of view]
Its these lenses that
Encourage our blind eyes
To look away from something
That could have been changed.
They are framed by fear:
Fear of change, of love, of truth.
Fear that if those glasses were
Removed, our worlds would
Simply cease to exist.
Reality would shatter our
Living fantasy of Perfection.