monster

My sincerity
reflects me

like desperate

fickle
disparity...

I've been around you
enough to know

that you only show

your real self

to real people

and this sincerity
in scarcity

this rarity

reflects me...

I'll be more progressive

and suggestive

when I've invested

my true self
into your world

I'll be your pupil
when words unfurl

I'll be caught by surprise
in your glistening eyes
I'll despise
the sincerity
in a mood change
and a moon change

and everything else that I wish
that I could say to you
without personal intervention:

I exist

to persist

I interplay

to convey

my true self
into higher forms

this is true,
baby blue

while you felt

yourself

turn into a monster