I'm holding onto misguided veneer, altruistic veneer,
The crater filling my pride & self-worth to the brim.
Desperately shadowing my bleeding vulnerability.
I'm skimming my way as much as I can to hide my brokenness
This self-righteous blinding & yearning for a blissful confirmation
In place of meaning.
Content to contend with myself, albeit on dubious standards
Built on these compromises.
In the process losing out, looking at my pitiful self & numbing the guilt
Constantly ticking where I stray
Lumps in the throat, sprout up at this uneasy interval
The future teems with purposeless images, blurred & bleak.
When structures plague the entirety of my breath
But the devotion of pointing the blame….