Audience of One.

Awaken

There’s an image you have of me

It’s just what you’ve gathered

Of what I want you to see

The manner in which I deviate

The depth in which I allow you to wonder into my intricate sin

The screaming arm raising surrender in corporate worship

And my exaggeration of my servitude façade

The authenticity

I twist it for my advantage or search of condolence

In the audience I try to make full of millions

It’s always millions

Plus one

Even in composing these gripping thoughts

I question my incentive

As one is examining the motivations of my heart

This façade even if close to home

It disappoints, it destroys, it nullifies

This imagined falsified audience of one

It’s thwarted by incomparable, constant, perfect one

The image you have of me

And the image I lust for you to have of me

Burn it, smolder it

I surrender

I cannot attain it

He had no reputation

I build one accidently, sinfully, fully, purposefully

It’s impossible to strive for perfection

Without a possible suffice able one

Desperately in need of help

Let go of your opinion of me

Positive, negative

Sway

Crash, fall

Surmise

Away spectators

Wake up

Watch me, walk beside me

Audience of one, companion