There are no spectrums of hope here
Only fragments of past loss in this pane
Particles of self in negative reflections
Acceptance, like light, that failed to meet these eyes
My wound is self disgust, bored out by my matriarch
Made to control my life
Encompa**ing and consuming me
Its void isn't deep enough to crawl inside
So I become its surface, forcing it to reside beneath me
In attempt to hide my true nature
The man behind this mask
A total sum of all your failures
Depression now leads me by the leash
This hollowed body heels and licks the wounds
Control lust, nurtured by deception
Marionette born breech
Botched d**h began this life sentence
With no light to guide me and stripped of all defenses
I remain in your image:
A lie
I remain perfect in your imagination:
A lie
A virtual projection - punished for pasts - not lived my me
This reflective version of atoms is not my story
As this rib is not my own
Stop blaming me