Great Expectations Video (MV)

I reflected their expectations
Like a pool of molten silver
Until beneath the smoothened surface
My true self was lost forever

They each expect you to reflect
Their version of perfect
And you try ever more
Until you're sore

From contorting and conforming
To some vague ideal
Feel unable to perform
The slightest move free from

Being disapproved or worse
For not hiding your flaws
For not appearing bright
Despite the darkness swelling

In your tight, tight chest
It could burst your vest
And scream in blood the pain
Only to be met with disdain

So, irreverate
Be an apostate
Of perfection
Like never seen in all Creation

Pry the thorns aside
From your aching sense of self
Shake awake, eyes wide
Anew into the world
Finally you