A Masterpiece, indeed....
The human need to be perfect,
to be like the image you have created,
that has been crafted in such a fine and delicate manner,
that all the flaws and loop holes,
have become invisible.
To form a truly horrific masterpiece.
That handcrafted portrait of yourself displayed,
In the gallery of life for people to gaze,
seems so perfect, it feels unreal.
It drives you into a maze-
where you are caught in a haze,
of self doubt,
of illusion,
of misunderstanding,
of who you really are.
You can feel your soul withering away,
as you try to piece together a puzzle,
with a clear image in mind,
but the pieces won't fit,
as it wasn't made for that image,
the image you created of yourself,
but the image of what you once were.
You sink deeper and deeper into oblivion,
stuck in this labyrinth,
with storms creating havoc,
destroying all that's left of yourself,
in the search to find perfection,
you destroyed yourself.
All there's left is a body,
an empty soul,
and a pretty image to display.
"I don't recognize my self anymore,Â
But atleast you're happy!
That's enough."Â
                                                               -Dwriter   Â
