Mirrors of Me

What am i doing

What
What am I doing
well I have always had it all figured out
must have been a prospector before birth
as perfectly imperfect
with imperfections I see not

What am I doing
unreal and real
I analysis perfectly
yet still not knowing
how to differentiate when I am the specimen

What am I doing
everything is perfect
what is it, that I lack contentment
perhaps I am looking for something unreal
within me to be filled
or maybe it is me

What am I doing
it's my character that shakes them
yet if I change it, it would be just as pointless as it is now

What am I doing
I invest
but even though I know the fruits of my labour will come later
do I have a right to reap happiness now
is it guaranteed in the future
I hate being this emo but this is my heart.