Passing judgment on other people seems so easy and my judgment I know is morally correct or as morally correct as I think it should be. My world is my own little double standard fairy tale where no one else can touch me because I won't let them in. Family, friends, boyfriends, they all have a shallow look at the person they think I am. I hind behind a fascod, a mere image of what they think I should be. I don't know how to stop the chain of confusion inside of me.
Men run into men, tale into tale, time into time.
Broken memories of a child who once knew innocence, now only fained for attention.