A Mask of Impurity
So many people wear beautiful masks
Masks that decieve the mind and infect it
A virus that makes us feel the same
Everyone laughs at the creatures who are different
The brave souls who peeled off this parasite
They bare their cuts, bruises, and scars with dignity
These perfect little masks hide our flaws
A mindless person is born with the ideology
The ideology that other people are wretched monsters
But it doesn't matter how long you hide
Age will always catch up to you
People should stop worrying about how they talk, act, and look like
Because a heart of irredesence will last a lifetime
The people who are being laughed at are more human
They understand and appreciate things no one else would
Beauty is only skin deep
It is a philosphy of imperfect things
Imperfection is the only type of perfection
That's what nobody took the time to undersand
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