Introspection

I'm stuck in a confliction
I have no passion
I'm slowly falling into depression
Wait a minute, I need a reflection
I'm trying to find compassion
Clear of seduction
Yet I find myself in the same situation
With no direction
Or solution

Trying to fight my imperfection
My character needs clarification
'Cause my world is not made up of perfection
But yet my reality is clearly defined by fiction

Trapped in a world of proclaimed inquisitions
Manipulation,
Lack of gratification,
Consolation
The words that seem to play a part in my subjugated satisfaction