this is an out of body look at myself -
lookn for correction
a spoof of perfection -
confused on what i see
quickly aroused with questions
lookin for a connection -
but nothin's ringin the bell
to hell with this stressin
i take another glimpse of myself
and see times collection of turmoil
written in my posture
my face creation is one of a monster
replicatin somethin of popular taste
only issue is im absorbin it's ways
harvest the artist in the grave -
departed but yet never parted
like harvard n good grades
look what i started farthest from sane -
introduced to myself
and now i understand what they say
this kids not ok,
he's bizerk look at how he behaves
but back n my skin i conflict with those
other feelings n i soon feel betrayed
love me for who i am - the way i was made
i live and i make mistakes
and have hard knocks -
but who doesnt ok?
i take off this paint
but the face doesnt change...
ive become the darker image
scarred forever
from what the people say
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