Detached Harmony Poem by Isaac Maez

How many times do I repeat the same sin
I guess I believe more than once
All emperors without or clothing
Yet believing fully in tact, tactful
I vent my frustrations on the inanimate
Knowing I will win the debate every time
I hate the glossy lines that state
'I am always right' the place that holds air
airless existence only means to sink
But holding my head above see (I do mean see) level
only promotes another anguishing reflection
But I know that sleep ever so slow
Hopefully ends with awake again..