Poised Persona

The flesh my soul wears is not the person I am
And I look with derision on the destruction it created
And fail to find a life
The flesh gives you the me you want so I stamp out who I am
Because it is to it you give the hero-worship that I am
And I breathe the quintessence air that you have given to it
So razed, my soul viewed itself as a hindrance and cried anguished tears
In refuge of the scrutiny I continue the lie you want the skin to live
Though it is because of my soul the flesh is worshiped
And through the soul the flesh has worth
But the distortion is manifested and I grieve for myself