Blend As Well

What makes you think you deserve the sediment of my truth?
You should expect me to be so honest
I owe you nothing, no blue prints for growth
I can barely begin to tackle myself
A friend is a foreign term, good, better, best, intangible
Please, one at a time
It's all they can handle
Please let me blend as well
It's always too much
Cover at the repercussions of honesty
It means nothing yet still the world hanging on every word
Violence is no motive to communicate
Come unto me in all your glory
All consuming in this childish pride
Your blows so soothing
Is this proof?
This does not cancel any options
Broken idols, so comical
I won't accept anything less than absence of prostituted smiles