Our Personhood Distinguished From Our Personas

I measure dispositions: that warm family; those supportive parents; the agony of perfecting potential…as not to grimace, or shed by rivers, while realizing dispositions; that kidnapped heart, boggled by anguish, where adult life requires adult therapy: that sheer abandonment; those ghetto realities; that torture of living by emotions…while chasing glamour, or chasing status, where brains are collapsing into depressions: such miracle minds, as arguing within, at pains to distinguish realities.  [(We must evaluate our portrait depictions, while realizing our inner courage)].  We stress by levels, our series of adventures, knitted by our thoughts; to acquire luxuries, stabbing our chambered pains, at balance a fracture at imbalances: that painted cinema; our steep escapes; while by segments returning to roots: where temperaments flourish, as buried in circumstance, our mirrors patient for our arrivals.  [(I see a reflection—of this inner man, while shifting with company: that pleasant aura, while returning to self, a man uneasy inside: this epidemic; that core frustration; our eyes shedding invisible streams: as purposed for success, attracted to stimulants, or requiring chemicals—that sore imbalance, as carrying that stigma—insightful enough to sense our neighbor’s myrtle tree; or that cypress sap, our composures waning, or conditioned to create havoc: that poor outlet, while stirring frenzies, at thoughts a forest of impasses)].  They didn’t shield us; or they shielded us too much; or such to balance with a hint of melancholia—our encased wishes, leering at fortune, to arrive accompanied by malaise; this human flower, pitted in our guts, at needs to take comfort in petit pleasures: those nights to dancing; those moments at stimulation; that release that’s measured by sheer exercise: or torn that feeling, as wrestling with religiosity; this thing we possess concerning misnomers.  I address a few, while claiming for many, this uneasy disposition: those yelling ceilings; our father’s absence; our mother’s shiftiness: or burgundy eyes; or comatose realities; or sternness refusing reflection: or mind molestation; or candid-psychical-screams; where reality becomes admeasured through slanted perceptions: that hell of thoughts, afforded determination, to become one too heavy at corrections; as loving an image, as opposed to self, while comparing our souls with media images: this afflictive course, where struggle began at adolescence, while many were battling dysfunction.  [(While life to hopes, as tilling our gardens, while pruning our brains; to sense with time, that measurement of knowhow, as too, that measurement of sanity; insomuch, as reasoning with wellness, our beauty to sky-cranes, affixed to chiseling our dispositions)].