Perfectly imperfect

The world seeks shine and glare in me,
but the darkness in me showers light.
I get engrossed into this darkness,
and discover serenity and ataraxis.

The world seeks charm and glamour in me,
but my eyes twinkle brighter than the stars,
I get lost into my own hallucination everytime it flickers.
 
The world seeks joy and exuberance in me,
but my scream cheers warmth and adoration,
which makes me pleased and contented by my own conceptions

The world seeks epitome and a complete self in me,
but I discover a perceptible and tangible individual in me which makes my existence absolute.