Hidden Blindly

Beautiful imperfections scar you every day,
Endearing mistakes bring you attention and grace.
Sorry, dear, reality remains, though you've hidden your face.
We stare at the sun, all its horror in our gaze
And love your ignorantly wasted days.
We sit and pity your helpless situation
As news reports enjoy worrying nations.
We pity your loneliness and hide our frustrations,
Watching your tragically beautiful existence,
Assuming we're alone in our own ugly thoughts.