Always a facade,

But even that fails,

All insecurities on display,

A canvas for others to stare,

Can’t hide with eyes this wide,

Gazing at the astronomy of my mind,

Mania a catalyst of my devotions,

I yearn to amplify,

The tide I anxiously anticipate,

Festering melancholy plummets me,

So I tear the levees for a manic awakening,

Even if it entails a blossoming hell,

I appreciate it more than my weary complexion,

Manic fusion solidifies who I feel is genuine.