Are You Good? Are You Sure?A Poem by hypochondrita.
If I let the darkness takeover
Will I still like who I am? Will I take the same pride in my morals? Will my brain just completely switch its wires And make me feel like I'm still on the right side? That's what happens, isn't it? The worst form of evil is the one that's certain of its righteous We become monsters but in order to live with ourselves End up creating this alternate reality in our minds Where not only we don't hide under a kid's bed We in fact BECOME the kid So sure of our exemption from the side that shall be fought Scary. Truly scary. To know we might be stuck in wolf's clothing But doomed to only look at a mirror that always shows a sheep's reflection. You know what? Punch that mirror. Get a new one. Actually, get THOUSANDS of them. Odds are at least one might show you the truth, right? I'd hope so.
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