The Core

I trust my dishonesty...
Complications run deep.
I'm shallow.
Emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, independently, I physically impose
logistics of a simplistic & unborn off-spring.
Lying, I'm in communion with hardened skin; soft by the bellow of my
insanity; created in a goal to compromise my fate...
Unchanged by dignity of growth, I swallow the defeat...
Released, I hope to see a concern of vibrant energy & existing
shapelessness...
Identifying the circle inside, I no longer shape to expectations.
I'll fall.
Pick me up, myself...
I'm in control...