This situation.

We've done this to ourselves,

And everything loving!

Over a thousand creases woven,

But not so blinded behind the

Caricature, in a fantastic show!

We're not fair, nor equal and never just!

Inside me a battle persists

Between truly being honest

And lying forever to my essence

And I don't know why!

But I know I want it finished.

Perpetual and turning back

On myself relentless.

Turn this scorning frown inside

To display an illusion

Where speaking fails.

Now I feel lost again,

Battling unnecessarily,

An imposter, I must relieve

From perculiar perch -

Most predicable, and

Being knocked off,

Firmly and hopefully

Beyond restitution.