Hidden Evil

Being Human

You’re perfectly imperfect.

How can someone who looks so go be so toxic?

Toxic is all you are when you flip your hair and just stare.

You stare at all the imperfections in the world.

I guess that’s why you look in the mirror so much

But you don’t see that my imperfect perfect self can see right through you.

I see through your hair and your eyes.

Everyone only sees the perfect but the imperfect is so, so clear.

So you flip your hair to hide the devil horns underneath but I.

I see the red you try and hide.

You sit there, beautiful and popular.

While I, sit there and exist while you dominate the world.

But, unlike you.

I try and become a good organism, a ‘servant’ to your will.

So you look into my imperfect eyes with your perfect orbs of red.

Saying I have no purpose in your ‘perfect’ world.

But I do have a purpose, and that purpose is to be the opposite of you.