Internal Deception

Lonely thoughts
In my mind, I've fought.
Finding true happiness
in a depressing world flowing over with spiritual drought.
Internal occular precipitation......spirit in need of serious resuscitation
Looking out through crying eyes
my facial expression a total lie.
A facade I despise
every smile is small deceit to myself.
My tears are the truth.
Releasing the parts of my soul that long since died.
Abandoned pieces of myself
Emotion absorbed my Kleenex,
yet never even processed by my cerebral cortex.
Heart is vacant,
refusing to deal with its own displacement
as a result of repeated introverted circumstantial debasement.
Effacement of the mind, spirit, and heart
Doomed to fail before I ever got to start.