Like deciphering nervous twitches,
born into tragedy, devoid of purpose,
just the right amount of distance
to separate the victims.
I have been counterfeit for ages,
but tonight you've noticed my smile,
twisting agriculture and you soften the punch.
I just wish we were all made of such sincerity.
My eyes treat molecules with abandonment,
the kind I never could distinguish from sadness.
I'm just another juvenile destruction, fitting
for the world is my stage and I despise audiences.
I have felt the soft pains of detachment,
built lovingly around the glance of a stranger.
I'm invading your territory and you're ever so gracious.
I feel empty when I let people see my face,
ugly and distant and full of thoughts against me.
It reaches the point where I know I'm an outcast,
like deciphering nervous twitches,
that none of us could ever hope to hold.