Ugly people

I look around and I see ugly faces staring back at me. They make me sick to the stomach.
Faces that lie.

Faces that cheat.

Faces that steal.

Faces that spout hurtful remarks.

Faces that never stop to think.

We are all of us, ugly people. We have grown content with our dissatisfaction, sitting aimlessly in the filth that has accumulated over the years. We strive to be beautiful. We strive to appear seamless and in control. But we are all rotting on the inside. Our black hearts hiding themselves in any way they can. None of us are pure, non of us are enlightened. We shy away from the truth, either lacking in understanding or refusing to accept the reality that surrounds us. I try, God knows I try to find a solution to the eternal corruption I witness day to day, but there is none. Perhaps I should simply give in to my desires, and live without the burden of humanity on my shoulders. There are so many mistakes I have made I cannot even begin to list them. I am the ugliest person of all. I don't belong here.

I don't belong here.

Sick

I am a sick being. Living in a sick world. A grotesque world. We are nothing but children in the eyes of God. How will you be judged? We fight and hate and scheme oblivious to our own rot. Our own false sense of pride and dignity. Our subjective and flawed moralities. Sitting idly in the filth of our own creation we watch the world pass us by. Some will notice and despair, but even then they will do nothing. Our lives are but tear drops in the ocean. Our minds nothing but the product of our desires.

I am numb.

Removed.

A stranger in a strange land. And I have been corrupted by the toxic world that surrounds me. Do not be angry. Do not weep. Simply accept it. You are sick too.