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...