I feel my split personas debate,
they try to go their separate ways.
My insouciance is a mask I wear.
Your insolence; yet not a tear.
Assurance is my hollow contraption,
Wisdom is but a tragic deception.
A distance that brought me to my knees,
I was never blind, yet could not see.
A million thoughts that died inside,
I could not show, yet could not hide.
Realizing mistakes and feeling despair
I cannot absorb yet cannot share.
Perceptions defy themselves and mar me,
people change and readily scar me.
Rationalization: my vain nemesis,
I wish I hadn't reduced to this.

