a poem i'm pantsing for a fic i want to write in the future

opposites
 
I hear the red sky. 
looking down to the clouds
I close my eyes and see
inside of myself, I am not me. 

I say my thoughts
the cliff amidst the plains
whispering a scream
the silence echoes in the rain

falling up into the ground
the cacophony before the storm
lies are acceptable
but the truth is to be performed. 

I gloat humility
and fake sincerity.