Why?
Are we the generation of sinful doings?
Are we the gaffes of the other “moral people”?
You live in a world where parents assume that you are possessed simply because you’re uncommon.
Because you’re wrong … to them.
How can you ever be yourself in a world where everything else is stupid?
I am possessed they say, I am sneaky, I am a deceiver, I am the devil itself.
But why? Is it so wrong to ask? … Why?
Why is the world so furious at me?
Why is it that every time you follow your heart and beliefs you are called those names?
A devil, a horrible person, one that must be sealed and kept away to defend the minds of those “moral ones”.
I want all the colors in the world, I want faults, and I want sin.
For I am the devil itself, and my worst sin is being this … a woman.
A woman with sins is much worse than a man with sins.
For sin is made only for men, or those who has no one to be judged.
Is it really our sins that we defend? Or is it our yearning for being?
Is it the sin that we judge? Or is it the sinner? Or is it the way we look at them?
Is it even worth calling a sin? Or is it we who give it this gigantic name?
Are we so fated to be sinners and must be rebuked until the day we become pure human beings? For in this world, a sinner and a human are much parted than a pure human’s imaginings can ever reach.