Diving Without A Parachute Or An Oxygen Tank Poem by Andrus Cassian

Don't place in front of me a mirror; within three short moments
smashed to pieces by the reflections
Please, do me the favor of not talking at me
if the terror of perfection is of value
Why, why can't I for a brief, short second
dive without a parachute or an oxygen tank into the
twenty leagues and fathoms inside myself
No one, no one inform me, inform me that I'm the different someone
I'd tear out my own eyes if I had the means to, I'm already blind
all the elements hinder; none whisper except the howling wind
Could be another depression that's caught me in its glove
bringing me down from this form of paradise into a volcano heart
Sleeping awake; if that counts as daydreaming
then criticize since my eyes have been closed more than open
Metamorphosis ~ another definition for physical change
in this case, it's described to relate the state of my apathy
Don't torture me; don't tantalize me
the past I'm nostalgic for but don't want to relive
Waiting for my life to begin ~ the training days I'm stuck in
leave me out, take me out
Reality crushes me everytime we meet
but compared to the bruises and wounds I've taken
from the world of my far-fetch beliefs
What else could tear me down
there's nothing left