Eyes glossed with despise snap at me from the crowds,
When I'm sheltering in your arms, searching for my smile in
your kiss.
And I like to pretend that imperfections could never belong
to me,
While jagged spikes of poison press their tips into my
back;
I guess I keep choosing the wrong place to crumple.

Friends seem to fall like dominoes, each slamming against my
assurances.
There's so many gouge marks in the shiny veneer of denial,
I feel the black and white negative is all too apparent,
And fading and distorting that real image,
Is a million shades of desolate grey.

There's no escaping from this repetitive life, 
It secures the raw truth in front of my closed eyes,
And inevitably with each loud slam,
I blink,
Against my dying will.

A cold, dark maze of disappointments and failures zig-zags
behind me,
Past voices scream, echoing through the solid corridors,
Still finding me for I'm painfully visible,
Still outlined by the deplorable fact,
I just don't belong.

Isolated in this world created by my blunt search for
flawless diamonds,
Every shimmer, every sparkle, every gleam,
Is just another pair of hateful eyes.
Beauty, intelligence, and laughter was delivered to me,
But nothing is ever enough.

I stare at my pale hands, freezing as always,
My heart doesn't have the energy to circulate,
I guess it doesn't have the heart to,
Maybe that's because no one ever leaves anything inside it,
That satisfies its need.

At the end of each journey I notice the same charred
screen,
I've been here before, burnt this wallpapered happiness
already.
The acidic smoke spirals beautifully in a silver sigh,
Pirouetting into my lungs, 
Dispersing the last hope.

Tears run from my stinging eyes,
And they flick open in panic.
In a second of roaring pain I see,
It's all my fault,
The only imperfection is me.