never say die, but i should probably try

it seems like years have gone by
still i don't have a complying eye
today at least i know what i want
but today it seems i hide behind no front
it's tremendously hard keeping yourself open
it's excruciating, steady, looking with-in
but what else am i supposed to do?
paint my face and be the fool?
still it comes hard to handle
i know what i see and now i know how i am fragile
took me a while to come to this
so yes. here i am wide open no abyss
i am this. imperfect and constantly presumptuous
but i know i'm not enough and i know what over is