My view of the world is not like others.
My eyes fight my mind, trapped in a battle that won\'t subside.
My eyes view this world with color, and care.
My mind views in black in white, scared.
My eyes and mind very rarely combine, but when they do i get stuck seeing you.
My eyes toy with my mind rebuilding what you looked like.
My mind fights my eyes wishing to see someone I once memorized.
My eyes and mind seemingly stop the fight, to reminisce on a beauty i call my light.
My view of this world is not like others but truly others view is not like mine.