Me, Myself and Critique

Allow me a moment to deconstruct,, Every wall characteristically set up. And all the fabricated stories from corrupt Individuals; Residuals of a past, I broke through and shattered like sugar-glass. Let me tell you; I'm not invincible. My personality is not intrinsical. My body nor mind isn't irresistible. Sometimes my heart and my head cosmically clash, Emotion covers my face like a rash. I'm a disastrously lousy liar; I can't hold piss for pounds if its worth a few pence. In debates I can never just "sit on the fence", I need to say my bit no matter how intense The opposite argument may make sense. I like to drink like most twenty year olds, Though sometimes I drink more than my emotions hold, And sometimes I let those emotions slip in tears And open my heart to all my sorrows and fears. But god forbid I should have a pained heart. God forbid I should live a life of youth, And drink from it all the human traits of life's juice. When happiness and suffering go hand in hand I still bleed love and loyalty from every gland... ...Because I believed in those sacred fruits. Well just because I build a barricade, And paint on a brave face to replace my true self Don't categorically place me on that shelf; Among alcoholics, arrogant clowns and thieves, Who handed you the gavel to judge me? Though all of this stuff may file under "Me", Don't think I wouldn't move sun and earth, part the sea, To bring to you what you hold dearest of the dear. That I wouldn't hunt through fire-filled chasms, your fears. Because, what is love without a few tears?