Those other eyes?

Doctor, what's with my head?
Everywhere I roam is dead,
Deceit, coming forth from greed.
Everyone seems to be trying.
But always I hear this lying.
Smiling broad with no thought.
Do they understand I see?
Acknowledge what I can be?
I witness their fitness of the mind.
They do not know why
I shoot their show sly.
My brain isn't at all sane.
It is lost and always alone.
Looking for a place to roam.
Their talk doesn't walk.
They missed my ego.
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