Deceiving Distortion

This distortion I reek of Is seeping Its not under control Im forced into believing this bed is too big for the small room That the walls of this small room is a way of containing the things I hold Maybe if my hands weren’t heavy with the burden of myself id be able to see past this small room The room wasn’t always so small I was not laid into the room the second I was born But I somehow built these walls compulsively I thought it would hide all the things I didn’t want anyone to see If I keep painting over the scarred walls no one will notice the exist of their presence If I mend the cracks you won’t be able to see how disproportionate everything is I hope you’ll see past the roof caving in Or the water damage from nights of my tears The messy clutter from my anger Stains from my mistakes I didn’t bother cleaning If you can see past all of these flaws maybe you can see me And save me from the deceiving distortion I’ve built And the hollowness of it all