I'm fashionably late to loving myself

the "reality"

we're made of filth, he says

"you only pretend to not be vile"

he seethes with anger with every word

"i am also lawful, but I don't pretend like you"

he rages then calms down

with a clownish smile on his face

how twisted, us humans

vile, cruel and merciless

is what he thinks I should think

but oh how unfortunate

when a hungry man shares his last nibbles

with stray cats and smiles heartily

when girlfriends giggle, caress and braid each others hair

weave them with love, tuck free strands behind ears

when the shivering inches closer offering warmth

of their only shawl to cover another

I'm sorry to say we are as much warmth

as we are cold, as merciful as ruthless

and as self less as selfish

so do not paint my world in your monochromes

I lust for the colours of life

the despair and the pleasure

the hurt and pain, I know I threw a tantrum last night\

but i want it again and again

perhaps we will indeed

rot in self righteousness

and, I'll be waiting for it

as I decay and grow back as wildflowers

I hope I shall see the sky boundless

then, I shall not erect the pillars right back up

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