Me, myself, and I, a guise.
Her, him, they, and we, a guise.
Influence plagues the mind.
Primitive purity heavily veiled by a guise.
Opinions and pressures spread.
Smearing and smudging the eyes concocting a guise.
Desolate and vanishing is the sole genuine mind.
The self-conflicting struggle ended by a guise.
Yet, let there be light said He.
For it is only the exterior that is masked by a guise.
Untouched and true are the heart and soul.
Both competent for the crusade of defacing a guise.
Triumph arrives with the two hand in hand.
Music to all ears are the cries of a guise.
Sixteen years, and revelation is present.
Yet me, myself, and I remain a guise.