Kids Lie.

I apologize for the lack of insecurity I may for myself.

Nor do I blame myself for the fact that I may repulsive; indifferent.

I simply do not care. 

What I seem to not understand, is that fact of how logic is different for others.

I am alright with deceit; I am fine with the lies.

However, once One has found out they've been fed falsely; to have One's self made a fool of.

It hurts.

It's a miserable yearning; nor a pain, not something that can physically hurt.

It's as if it's a tantalizing wound that continues to infatuate the mind; to continually pester your thinking.

You can't stop noticing the falsities, the putrid deception being given; you're sad.

You're depressed.

You're ugly.

Unappreciated.

Lonesome.

Goddammit, just when has anyone in the world ever been beautiful?

Now, no one can answer that without lying.

"You're beautiful", gets dropped down on a daily basis; the same as when someone calls another "F*g" or "Gay".

Their insecurities swarm about, leeching off precious compliments that are a fuel to an egotistical personality.

Just when has being beautiful have to do with the likes of surviving physically?

The bad thing is: Society has made it this way.

We all want to fit in, not to be popular, not to stand out. Just to be included with everyone.

So, why must I be the only one who thinks otherwise? 

I am but a hypocrite; just as most things in life are.

I wish to remain indifferent to normal standards of society; to not rebel physically. But to rebel mentally.

I do not wish to be around others; though at the same time, I wish to be around another whom thinks the way I do.

Humans don't want to be alone.

I. 

Don't want to be alone. 

Though I don't wish any harm to others, I feel as though harm shall come their way. 

We all want to be different; but at the same time, we all want to be the same. 

That is what puts us in harms ways.

When we all mature; that is up to ourselves.

When we want to over come harm, we must mature.

To mature, however, means to overcome the harm.

To overcome the Lies.

To overcome our past selves. 

But, we can't do that.

We cannot leave our lives of deceit without our Society crumbling down from its wounded self.

I, too, do not wish to leave this life.

So, we all must stay children in this world.

We all must not mature..

I would rather stay a kid, just like everyone else.