Only imperfections were my reception into this world
The autumn leaves makes me no exception to be frail
Reflections gone pale from holding the burning tears
That weep from ear to ear that makes my skin smear
Smiles you see isn't here inside where I feel deprived
I'm so screwed I can't even start to reveal & describe
What I shield & hide inside but i'll try like I normally do
Lifes horribly viewed through sharp eyes, yet so blunt
People keep pushing my potential but get cold shunts
Did my childhood involve mumps, cuz I seem impotent
No matter what you do,You can't redeem involvement
I fiended solvements but I ain't very proud to admit it
Angrilly I matured into a man through all this hardship
Maybe adolescence hasn't departed?I still have angst
But when I have writers block I actually feel the blanks
Feeling refelctions of my life & objection to whats right
Theres no exception of my hype,I've come from nothing
Others see this sooo scary that they run when bluffing
Or do they run from something thats strangly mutated
But I have older cats about me being lamely duplicated

Am I confusing or refusing the truth. .
Am I a half herb cuz I cut my routes. .