Even Our Perfections Have Flaws

Soo...I was going through my computer and I came across a part of a poem I am thinking about finishing, but may not be that good. You be the judge.

You see,

Satan used to whisper in my ear every now and then

And the problem was that

I listened.

I started believing that my skin was tainted

And I was made for the sole purpose of

standing out from everyone else around me.

He made me believe that

my only friend was the very shadow I was born with…

and even that could stab me in the back.

I was so comfortable with being lied to

that the truth became foreign to me,

so whenever I lied to someone else,

I could honestly say that I had no recollection of the truth