Borne Alive, Awake

I see the bends in the straight lines. Convince me it’s water when I see wine. The lies behind the fake or sincere smiles. The dirt track road of miles and miles. The pain behind the smiling eyes. I see the cruelty and loneliness that you create. I see unbearable pain borne alive, awake. No matter what colour their skin or how they spell their names. Sorrow looks the same in any eyes of any face. I see the light, I see the dark. Simple mistakes that tear families apart. For I am a person who no one wants to see. Sometimes when I get to know you, you can never know me. I must see all your fears, understand all your lies. I must act in fact to remain effective. For I am a Detective.