my truth,
Intimidated by fondly critics
To engage
I spill a persuasive lies

My sight
Troubled by unpleasant gesture
To just
I chose a dark side

My aroma
Intended to mislead
To adjust
I spark a dazed stench

My sound
Filled with gossip
To unleash
I lease a voiceless conscience

My sleep
Lost to passion
To write
I flipped a dozen pages

my life
Wavering on self esteem
To unbound
I pretend an acclaimed fame