The Academy Is...

The search has begun, this is page one.
Man, meet your maker, I give you The Author.
He may seem familiar because he looks like your mirror.
You've lied like a lawyer, but don't deny it when you're face to face
with demons dancing off mirror images reflecting all that you wanted.
So far from perfect, onward we will strive.
Take it for what it's worth, this truth that you've realized.
You're not who you thought you were, it's time to see the other side of what you have become.
Nothing but your single serving selfish chapters of sacrificial moral standards.
No stranger to apathy in bold situations, take your time to make it happen.
Leave your mirror, and spare your excuse as a self-serving actor.
So close to perfect.
It's all the same, no face or complexion.
You're not worth what you're spending.
When you're screaming "Danger, Danger!", don't stop, go on alone.
Desperate endeavor, you've got to take it or leave it, if you will.
It's not so convincing that you're the only one here who can be like me.
The search has begun. Leave your letters, but it won't matter.
Take back what is left before your death, but is it really you that they suspect?
You take shots, who's the figure before the flame?
It's not hard to spark, but it's hard to master. So look for the answer.