Open up the blinds.
Tell me what you see.
Do you see courage or dishonesty?
Is there truth to the madness I try to hide?
Or is it something deeper... inside?
Is there light that pours in when the glass panes are pushed outward?
Or is there only empty space, absent comfort?
Extraordinary; where I want to be.
My eyes tell you a different story.
Bathe me in decadence; does it change what you see?
Is this pop culture backwash resembling of me?
How do I explain, how do I start
To breathe with this dysfunctional, sketched-out heart?
Batting eyelids, lights reflected
Tell of a girl who was more than once rejected.
Say what you will, I know where I fall.
The windows to my soul are a bit damaged; is all.
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Just a freewrite... Some edits...
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