truth

it is 
a 
creepy
feeling

Awakened
with 
senses
deafened
by
a fucked
up
reality

it is
a 
sudden
burst
of 
energy

when you
throw
your 
hands
up
in 
the
air

giving
up
on 
caring

allowing
yourself
to be
content
on
accepting
things
the way
they
are

I have
erased
the lines
that
have
been
metaphorically
drawn
to measure
my own
triumphs

who really
gives
a
fuck?

what is important
to me
is 
definitely
not 
important
to you

and

If I am
truly
honest
with myself

The feelings
are 
mutual

Behind
every
mother
teresa
is
a
narcissist
who
lies
dormant
hoping
to 
not
be
exposed

The Saint
is just
a
devil
that
is more
clever
than
the sheep
that
is
gathered
at
his
feet

Disgust
is
the
feeling
you
get
when
you
realized
that
everything
written
today
is
so
truthful
that
it
is
uncomfortable
to
digest

I however
have
peace
with it

as it
is something
that
my egotistical 
spirit 
wanted 
to
get out