The blueprints of insecurity…

These parts of me i hide,

not perfect like that paper ad,

so clearly I do lie,

to bring forth more to add

It pushes me to give the impression that i’m fine,

but deep beneath the smile, the shadow of my spirit dies,

so breathe again on me, that i may live again

the heart my fragile thing, the glances prove the end

to be more than a copy, of the latest on the screen

or the hip kid in the tube that puts me at ill ease

So wrap a bill around me, cause i need it to survive

these commercial comforts all that can suffice,

drown me with your commentary

kill me with your subtle suggestion

cause what i need are words of security, not of striving, and desperation