For Agnieszka

I find myself under a magnifying glass, I am a defenseless offensive having to expose my plethora of insecurities, I am a whimper that moves the clouds eastward, but only spreads fog, I am a splendid misery cascading under the guise of a future, I am a downcast austere molded by imperfect perfection, I am a canopy of the distrusted underbelly of circumstance, I am a war under the spectacle of a children's game, I am nothing but a passerby with too much mystique, I am a celestial body under the pretense of hallucination.

Author's Note

Inspired by Camus, I used to like this poem but now I don't know.

Feel free to criticize.