A romantic poet who's never been in love
A healthy boy in need of a cure
A so called saint in need of salvation
A perfect imperfection
A crush literally a crusher
The bearer of riches being broke
A beacon of hope the epitome of depression
A creator who hates his own creation
The salt of the earth in need of variety
A cliche I am ; what else can I be
In need of love yet so bad at it
How long will common reasoning elude me
How long will I delude myself
I'm the cause of my pain
The taint of paint
Giving so little yet demanding the heavens in it's glory.
Cliches of norms of society
All that funny hypocrisy
The heavens the hell's the god's the demons are all within you
why be ****** to feel
why be blind to see
That my imperfections my kryptonite my greatest superpower
start trying to be human stop trying to be
Destroy my imaginary castles reinventing my sand castles
Getting out of my head and making my bed
Making do with my reality
it's the realest thing in eternity
Dying with memories and not dreams
I am a cliche I am you