A physically distorted place,
And I refuse to apologize
For not keeping up with that pace.
A perpetual work in progress,
I'm beautiful none the less.
Don't preach to me about
Writing things differently in your books
Cuz it all looks like scribbling to me,
Your mirrors don't reflect how my soul looks.
It's not just a physical experience
But a congnitive, emotional,
And spiritual one too.
When climbing your tower of ideals,
Don't get knocked over
By your own point of view.