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search for a point of significance,

to each their own.

the blood within, races

under skin that crawls,

at the thought of being

known,

held.

tempered glass confinement,

active voice of eloquence,

only my thoughts hold me

down.

i change the face of aspects

under lights that shine brightly,

revealing, the inside out, and in between

but it's nothing like the mirror sight,

of these eyes that look deeply into others

but deny chapters of their own, personal

empty endeavors.

i watch the shadows grow, until

there's no control.

your expression makes me feel

my convictions of appeal,

i try to make the two of you meet

perhaps then, you'd fall in love with me,

and null these voids of incomplete.

what does inadequate mean?

trials make lessons of the actions

in an attempt to understand.

one day i'll grasp the meaning of the entire

self defeating, of which i am

a casualty,

where purpose disguises itself, to do the

favor of misleading,

a cloud from thin air shrouds

it's way around the air that is so hard to share with you,

i have trouble breathing.

i suffocate my direct sense and talk about the surface,

you never know there's unraveling inside me

my ability to neglect, is ingenius.

you do not seem to notice.