my cassio.

Look at yourself. You're a mess. A pure mess. Your shoes are untied, your hair is dirty and uncombed. We cannot go out with you looking like this.
How will the others react when they see how close we've gotten to the edge of reality? To the edge of the truth almost touching the lies with our fingertips.
We almost escaped. It was rough, you know. Difficult to escape from the ones who fed us for so long. they only fed us hate and prejudice, shoving lies down or throat.
It was hardly a satisfying meal.
Merely a request for dreaming, sleeping. We wanted too much and when we asked it was a punishment of darkness. Oh, you were so stupid to ask them when you know all you would recieve is more lies.
False accusation.
You were innocent but blamed.
How could they not see the kindness in your eyes? How could those be the eyes of a murderous, bloodthristy killer? How could they tell you that you did it. You did it.

you only floated along the mountainside, sweeping away my doubts under the carpet.
I trust everything you tell me becasue you are all I know that is real.
So real I can touch it. feel it beneath me. Over me.
Everywhere.

but I could never get close enough to break them.
To pass them. to outrun the crowd.
They were too fast and wouldn't stop to wait.
why should they?


Clapping.
At high school pep rallys.
Who needs it? I'm sick of it.
smile for the camera, it only sees what you hide.
That photo could reveal you so wipe on a fake smile to post in the yearbook.

don't you wish you were good at everything?