Take my flesh, leave me with my fallacies and lies.
Take everything I've ever wanted.
How can I become that which I am not?
I no longer believe the words I've convinced you of.

...and maybe it's worse to remember than to forget.
...and maybe it's better to desire than to achieve.
...and maybe it's worse not to taste of forbidden fruit.
...and maybe it's better to know than to believe.
...and sometimes it's worse to feel alive than to feel dead.

I crumble into successive frames.
I over-analyze every thought.
I stand before the crowd stripped bare, faced by my inconsistency.
I await their judgment in comparison to my ideal.

How can I ever be...how can I be everything that I hope to be?