Hypocrisy At Its Finest

Out of sight ... out of mind That which my eyes cannot see Is just an impression, a replica, a photocopy Filed away in the vast expanse of mnemonic space Drifting through grey matter Losing more of itself along the way The details become blurred Blemishes are erased, rough edges honed All now elicited is the Playboy version Airbrushed and made-up with meticulous abandon You have your Hope Diamond, your Helen of Troy Flawless, timeless, priceless Utterly uncompromising How can one relate this image with its faults? Recalling the imperfections Invokes only negative emotions, unwanted noise, irrationality Feelings never fade Thoughts don't drift away I remember the anger, the depression, the longing I remember the detachment, the disinterest, the rupture I remember all of the immaturity But the veil has been pulled down Negativity belongs behind closed doors I want my utopia, I want my Helen It's naught but intentional ignorance Life is perfect when it's lived inside the mind ... Then reality sets in The world is not set in Black and White It's all grey area, the Yin and the Yang Out of sight ... out of mind I need to see the blemishes, view the inconsistencies The picture needs no more distortion Let me see you in all of your chaotic glory