Subtle Variations of Blue

You don't have as much to feel smug about as you may think, my dear child. Deceit surrounds you. Don't point that long, pale, bony finger at me. I know better than to be smug of myself.

You're such a bitch sometimes and no, I'm not sorry. I just wish you would open your eyes. I guess they're too masked by glitter to get a clear view of anything.

I hope one day you open your eyes for the better and take a good fucking look around. Perhaps you've already drowned in the ocean you thought you knew.

Maybe you deserve this, though I honestly believe that no single soul deserves such agony.