Who You Are Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

Look at you —
the truest word
Nietzsche ever wrote:
any man who knows
too much can't fit in
anywhere.
That's the curse
of awareness.

Once you start to dig
beneath the surface,
you see the world
ain't simple.

You start to notice
who people really are —
the games they play,
the fake confidence,
the motives underneath.

And you realize
this whole society
is built on lies.
People are sheep.
Once you see it,
it can't be unseen.

Awareness isolates you.
Its price is clarity.
The crowd will say
"move away, "
but then, finally,
you will know
who you are.

You try to tell them.
They say you're
overreacting.
They say you're crazy.
So you stop talking.
But you're still
observing.
You're still
watching.

You know you don't
belong anymore.
Not because you
think
you're too good
for anyone —
no.
It's because
you've seen too much
and you're
watching everything.
And now you know
you can't go back
to how it was.

Awareness isolates you.
Its price is clarity.
The crowd will say
"move away, "
but then, finally,
you will know
who you are.

You don't belong.
You're still watching.
You've seen too much.
You can't go back.

Awareness isolates you.
Its price is clarity.
The crowd will say
"move away"…
but then, finally —
you will know
who you are.