sitting beside the mirror

looking at the face he's always known

all he sees is a shadow of himself

an image covered in scars



pain, suffering, all he's ever had

pain, suffering, all he'll ever know



he was the object of his parent's fighting

their aggressions always turned to him

he had no outlet to his feelings

and so he turned to his inner self

the pain got stronger every day

until there was no way to stop it



the natural way of conformity

is to mold each child to society's needs

but this system can't fit everyone

each individual will always be different



reality is morbidity

reality is insanity

society creating reality

society ignoring humanity



we are creating our sins