Insecurity tends to pulse

Through people's veins.

The image of perfection

Contiues to flash through their minds,

Like a broken record playing.

They stalk their minds and emotions

Of those who are innocent,

And lure them into false identities.

They trap them

In an inescapeable maze

Of falsehoods and lies.

Insecurity toys with their brains

And makes them believe

They must lie

To themselves and others.

"You will be hated"

"You will be exiled"

"You will be outcast from this world"

Blind leading the blind.

Deaf preaching the deaf.

Mute ordering the mute.

Nonsense makes sense,

In the minds of them.

Nonsense makes nonsense,

In the mind of us.

We watch them

Be taken like pray

And dwindle to nothing,

In the maze of falsehoods and lies.

We sometimes cannot make contact with them

And our last goodbye was unexpected.

I swam around their lure for years,

Confused at why they would use

Such ridiculous bait.

I nibbled a few times,

But it tasted wretched on my tongue.

My friends bit it, achieved it,

Not knowing it,

And were dragged

By that horrible waste.

They slowly pulled apart their soul,

Piece by piece,

Until it had been reformed

Into that decieving insecurity

With the haunt

Of perfection and desire.

Shattered,

Crumbled,

Crushed,

Burnt,

Changed.

Changed to a monster

Hidden behind

Of a smile.