Just Listen . . .

The Intention of Reflective Sentiment

In these eyes you see a solemn beauty, 
A mask of unfulfilled emotions and dreams
Not more than provoked thoughts suffer here,
Not more than a distressed and bothered life.

Read into this character's disguised act, 
But save your false worry and imitation smiles.
Nothing more than I have rightfully craved, 
I'll be my only passionate confidant of selection.

I do believe I've become the person who I've pursued,
And I'll care not what pretentious lips have said.
This identity was created with invention in mind.
Take not from me my inspired dole of eager words.