Being raised the way we are everything is so fabricated not
Ever certain of what is real or fraudulent
Always unsure of our surroundings once characteristic that
Unites us as one specie is our ability to judge the
Things surrounding us to have a need to make others
Yearn for our affection what is its purpose
Is it to make those who are distinct from you
Seem more adjusted to your false reality or to
In turn make yourself more
Noticed by the people who dont acknowledge your existence
The ability to accept even one of any persons flaw is truly a
Hard thing to accomplish seeing as
Even the most accomodating individual can
Eventually be annoyed by the constant insipid notions
You insinuate
Empty words that have no comprehension in my already addled mind
Seriously we say that no one is perfect yet always that is
Our immediate expectation the
Future of our unique species is littered with misplaced
Trust and devotion
How can we stop this if
Everyone were to cease
Belittling with false accusations the
Endangered breed of untainted contemplation may thrive once again
However the beauty of the world is coated with vile meaninglessness
Only those that wish to dive into the bottomless abyss of it all will
Learn the hard truth that
Delving for that one beauty brings
Endless obstacles of deception and
Retribution
