So You Think... Poem by God is Good

You stare in my eyes,
saying you can hear my every desire,
see my every thought,
feel my every fear.

I desire nothing,
but to annihilate everyone,
think nothing of everything,
and fear basically only myself.

Which proves you to be a fabrication,
your love to be fake,
your feelings deceptive.

You reach out to touch my hand,
expecting to be able to reach.
Why can't you realize, I am far from this world?
I have died,
been to heaven just to be teased of what I'll never experience,
then thrown back into the hands of my demons.
And now I am sent back to a world that's proven to be worst
than hell.
Only, again, I am untouchable,
to far off in my pain to be reached, understood,
or to even care.
And yet you think you can read me?

You think that there's more to me?
There's saving me?
I have been saved,
and that is how I am who I am today.

I cannot be read...
I cannot be loved...
I cannot care....
but you will just have to learn the hard way.