Acceptence

You are a walking contradiction
indeed
truth is stranger than fiction

You spill Hail Mary's on Sundays
and spend the work week
taking His name in vain

Sometimes I really think you care
and then others
I realize it is all personal fair

I feel you could be akin to me
that makes sense
as I am already surrounded by human epitomes

you laugh
you grin
you shriek
trivial things
you just don't see
unless you want to see

you say if you think about it
too much
then you might just believe
but you don't
because that would change
everything

if you cared

if you cared

about something beyond
yourself

your words twist
twizzler
praying for ten dollars
and then
mocking the less fortunate
at the food counter

what a sad skin you live in
rigid, petty, material wins
the disgust you breath
is the true sin