Imagery

Imagery broken into pieces Contemn what you see you couldn't be me I don't mean to be malefic towards you, but let me remediate It's not what you espy only what is shrouded A perfectionist, needless to say well that's what you heed That's what I make you surmise day by day That's what I hanker to be Does it make sense? What's the semantics behind it? I belie my infirmities so well Arbitrated statements don't upsurge My extortion is so imposing Don't be appalled this is only one side of me, the languid edition Does it ever come out? I pondered I was someone else Do i really know myself? I'm not lucid if I'm constantly changing into a different aeon Maybe i am compos mentis, if i can see a myriad of remakings in me I would say I might be disquieted Am I recalibrating? You can't commune my disfigurements can you? I care so much to masquerade myself in a veritable way It just happens so intrinsically, one of many dexterities That might be a deplorable one to flaunt, but I can't help it I ache to venerate this yen that i bespeak I would hope you can assimilate what i opined Lay this piece of doggerel out like diapositives Do you get it now? Can you enumerate my imagery? I don't think it's fragmented Make sure you effectuate this composition It's too many different segments of the same me