creative repression

it's hard to see
and find your way
when you live
in this constant
state of decay
you can portray
something for
everyone else to see
something lovely
the ease of
being a designer
is you can invent
your life
and existence
manifest your
desires and
your depressive
under layers
this illusion I pass
is nothing more than
a simple shield
a destructive layer
self absorbed
equally abrupt
fuck this dumb luck