My Fitted Façade

I wish I had someone to converse with
To get my thoughts from the paper
Out of my head, and into your mind.

I have been told we become cameo views
Silhouetted against the wallpaper
Passed down through generations
Of people who no longer understand it.

A sheer commodity would be nice for a change
To be something more than an anachronism
To be something more than what you've seen.

Vices can only be misunderstandings
Finding dependence in our downfall
Aspiration in our imperfection
Rapture in such vulnerability.

Sure I find an accomplishment
My regret is only for your reflected mortality
It only goes so far as the ocean.

The effervescence has washed away
Our light became discolored
Bleached memories through window panes
Glassy likenesses beginning to fade.

My amended façade is changing
Becoming something less adapted
Maybe better
At least that's what 'they' say.