No one else sees it,
The thing in me.
Even I didn’t see it at first,
And then one day, it was there.
A stain I never noticed before.
A tiny fleck of darkness, invisible to everyone,
But I could see nothing else.
Until finally I understood,
The darkness wasn’t,
Some mark from something I’d done,
Some regrettable decision I’d made.
It was shedding my skin.
And the darkness was underneath.
It was mine all long.
-WestWorld