Humanity's Truth

Irredeemable Superficiality

Hits like a ton of bricks

Or a sledgehammer slamming

Down your ribs like

They're a condemned building

The pillars that were thought

To support a person

Turn out to be illusory pedestals

That you placed under them

Meaningless and empty as fairy lights

When the shallows are mistaken

So easily for ocean depths

Is that a personal failing?

Or an indication of humanity's truth?

In the end, aren't they the same?

When life, in its cruelty, gives you

Lemons such as these

Sour, bitter as gall,

There is never a sprinkling of sugar

To ease the puckering pain

This is life's bitterness

People are forever false

Hiding behind facades

Until their true faces emerge

Like the grotesque contortions

Of an aborted butterfly