Surrounded in a room by vastly empty souls

Smiling at you

Gritting your teeth so fuckin hard

You’re surprised sparks aren’t flying from your mouth

Sparks that will ignite fires

Burning everything around you

But you don’t notice and if you did you wouldn’t care

Engaged in a passionate affair with yourself

The humming from the fan overtakes everything

Spreading through your mind engulfing everything else

When you snap and spill your paint

Staining yourself with the putrid colors of your faith

Faith in what is never real even to you

Faith in perfection – perfection of the soul

But snowflakes read differently

Sprinkling on your face dotting the landscape with white

They are all different and I guess people are too

Even through the plastic façades

All the imperfections still show through

And I bet you thought we didn’t know

That plastic can crack and we will see inside

The soul stirring within is set loose

And we pierce your body with bloody fangs

You hide and cower as we feast on your forgiveness

Filling ourselves up with our sins swallowing yours whole

They aren’t that bad you hide them so they simmer down

We wear ours on our sleeve and are eschewed because of it

Is it so wrong to accept what we are?

Is it so wrong to believe what we want to?

Is it so wrong to always tell the truth?

I hope it’s wrong

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A/N: When I talk about faith in perfection – I’m not talking about God. I don’t believe in him but I’m not attacking it. So don’t be offended. I’m talking about faith in what the media tells us is perfection.