All The Same

I'm happy average. People say to me what to think how to treat others and what's wrong, what's right.

My thoughts break free, the emperor is naked, that lady is fat, he is a nerd, you stink.

Then you look down on me when I say it out loud.

I find your judging pretentious. Nobody is perfect in your standards, but you don't see the perfection in imperfection. We need each other as much as we hate each other. Truth hurts and lie makes everything good again.

You have judged, gained your victory and once you turn your back I roll my eyes. Such a self made saint you are crusading for the misunderstood in the world.

Sigh.

At least you got happy and that has some merit, even if you do put on too much perfume.