A simple poem about the shallowness that many humans treat other humans with. Sincerity and honesty are important aspects of our species, and it’s sad to see them decline.
My own false humanity,
From skin to bone.
Am I pretty?
Do my posts convey the sense I’d be down to fuck?
Our true nature,
To expose ourselves to others.
How can I be honest when everyone’s a stranger?
This mask suffocates us,
An impenetrable veneer controls society; in danger.
Help me destroy it,
Fuck their norms and fuck their rules,
I’m a misfit,
and that’s better than the tools.
Am I pretty yet?
Or does my honesty make you feel ugly?
Does my broken mask shine too much light at your mindset?