The Truth About Flaws Is The Inside Is The Outside. Please Mind The Floors. Poem by Dean Roper

We are born with flaws,
but remember them flaws are yours.
But don't project them on others to endorse,
by shutting their doors to enforce,
a projectile by projecting a false cause,
stopping them to explore their underscore,
to reach their core and teach and explore.
Therefore in order the master the art of war,
don't start a war because you are,
not happy with yourself living to ignore your own flaws.
Be high on yourself till you can't see the floors! !
a sight of wealth has nothing to do with money galore,
it's life shooting through the roof implores,
the heel of using a shoehorn to anchor an' uproar,
we get bored and need change to a session of charge! !
to break through ourselves of obsessionally,
respect ourselves and take for ourselves respectively
we need to feel what is real to deal with mad fakery.
you don't eat out of a bad bakery that's made of,
rotten egg cake, hey wait, let me explain...
don't smell others fear to know what to be afraid of.
It's not the ''What'' in order to get to the ''Who'',
but it's the ''Who'' that gives you the ''What'' in order to get to..
I guess I've now lost you, cause it wasn't written on a rock to..
Open your mind to find the truth, i guess i lost you in your lies.
Here's another line them lies are not you,
i mean they're not you, what you see with your eyes,
isn't actually valid proof but if energy cannot die,
how can you come to your demise?
if say everything is blind to us and covered in a disguise,
How can we say we're really living a life alive?
This cruses me and pushes me to believe that God can't even decide?
If God is real who created God? Was it ''I''? ?
with my imagination to venture out of my mind? ?
Am i out of my mind? to say i ignited the atom
and fathomed the entities to become identities
then flip them with particulars and twisted them
and chipped it and poked it and pricked it
sounds complicated don't it?
they do my bidding and pushed out a duality,
to make everything react with a non-reality.
Because everything only exists in me?
do you get me? cause you are you
and i do me and can too,
you are me and i am you.