The icy cold stares seep through my pores until they can see my darkest secrets. They judge and they wallow in their supposed morality as I drown in my own peer pressure poison. So I crack a smile and feel it fade because I can't fake what I can't feel in front of those who don't care. I shoot the silver arrow into the crooked branch so I can remember that not everything we want has to be perfect. And that I can find the diamond among the soiled ******* if that's what I deeply desire. I've never wanted anything more than to just be let in the herd and melt into the shadows. But then again, I don't want to lose myself. So I stay on the outside of the porcelain shop and watch all the shallow customers ****** the useless crap with their greasy fingers as I paint my words in colours no one can recognize just to **** with the egos of the cowards that always seem to have something to say. I want to make them all speechless as I sheer the sheep of their knotted wool and show them for who they really are.