The Ostrich Syndrome

I don't check anymore,
because if I don't see it
it's not there. 

Knowing your weakness,
beginning of a new confidence.

A false pretense,
that awkward silence,
child-like confidence,
blissful ignorance.

I simply refuse to see
the spree surrounding me.

good to see the sun shine,
as if it has a choice,
but I have a choice
to bury my head in the past.