c'mon, see straight through these pretenses
cold, cool, collected, sober
i am colliding, inward
i wish i were sharp, transparent like a pane of crystal
maybe, you could look straight into itself and find truth
but you have her, you have your mirror
reflecting yourself outward, over
as she is shown wholly inwards, with pure nonoccurence
is there no disguise, no pretenses now
this facade is unraveling and i'm blurring
i'm so very incoxificated
so very quixotic and faceded
meanings created and recreated
disguised and unveiled daily, hourly.

just leave, please leave me be, but don't.
god, how i wish