Imperfect

The eyes play tricks,

Loki in disguise,

Discovering the world as they see fit.

So little do you know,

Behind my benevolent smile,

I am hurting very much so.

Deep deep down,

In the depths of the abyss,

Where I chose to not shine the light,

There is the "true" me,

That really do exist,

And it is time for you to know.

I am not perfect,

Not the smartest of the bunch,

Even though you was given the impression.

With that being said,

I need you to know,

That I can't do everything with succession.

In the end,

I just want to be heard,

So that fact can finally be known.

Because the pressure you are giving

Is smoothering me so,

And the affects could soon be shown.