no matter how perfect we seem to be
we all have a rotten after-taste.

not perfect. nothing is perfect.

we don't know how to love.
we don't know how to be selfless.
we're good at hurting
each other
and ourselves
let's count the knives in each others' backs.
and put poison in the wounds.
and feed the hungry some rotten apples.
and spit on the lonely
and break the hearts of children.

we twist and form ugly things with our hands.
we're good at bad art
and snide comments
and disrespect.

pleased with hating.
adept at ignorance.
proud of selfishness.
appearances decieve.

You won't relent until it's all gone.
and that day will never come
until forever.