They whisper I'm troubled

When they read my stark confessions

Words that bleed darkness onto pristine pages

But they don't understand

My life is silk and honey

Golden spoons and velvet dreams

Everything given, nothing earned

A paradise of hollow wealth

They shower me with envy's light

Shower praise like summer rain

While I stand behind glass walls

Watching life through crystal clear despair

This gift of sight strips illusions bare

Peels away the painted masks

Of family dinners, lovers' words

Revealing clockwork mechanisms beneath

When birthday laughter sounds like breaking glass

And every smile hides transaction's truth

Each "I love you" becomes a ledger

Of debts and expectations due

Some call it curse, this crystal vision

That dissects joy to base components

But here, behind my walls of truth

I've found a sterile kind of peace

Safe from deception's sweet poison

I watch life's theater unfold

Untouched by its elaborate lies

Protected by my pristine solitude

An empty victory, perhaps

But better hollow truth

Than beautiful delusion

That shatters at a touch