Your endless rays of perfection,
Wishing for a unwritten flaw,
A mistake for endurance's,
Holding up a shirty front,
Agitated companion,
Restless with covetousness,
Built walls of four,
Cornered shut tight,
Dense from attention,
Convey lies and truths,
What will cause your downfall?
Love?
Hate?
Or,
all of the above?
Remorseful of finding,
Regretful of up bring,
Unreformed of accepting,
What else must come down?