Transfixed upon the imperfections Every rough edge of the presentation I can pick apart all of my reasons But still i can not rise above them. Have you always been so perfect? Always known how to play the game? It’s starting to look that way Your construct leaves no human trace And in the ditch of your path i lay. Nothing is coming together Just fragmenting over and over I need to stop putting my pen to paper Lest i need one more hopeless reminder One more portrait of a person Who has failed to grow in any direction. Resenting my petty resentments Never truly alive in the moment My eyes keep glaring inward If only looks could kill my thoughts So preoccupied with my escape That i have become always away But all i’m packing are my doubts And a broken heart i can’t take out. It’s so easy to fake the happiness now To watch each other wield those smiles Throwing people off the scent Of years of futility and discontent. There’s so much disparity Between the perfect image and the empty reality Ask what does it matter Not what does it mean When you can have all the answers But they will push you deeper in Circles Endless, pointless circles.