Purge

Trying to purge myself
From the sins leaving
Scars that tell tales long
Forgotten by the world
But which haunt me still
The first piece cuts off
The childhood demons
A satisfied smile rests
Upon my lips as a feeling
Of peace settles within
The second cut takes
Away guilt of trusting too
Many wrong people in
The name of naivety and
The love that didn’t exist
A deeper cut to punish
Myself for the dislike I
Feel for people because of
The masks and lies they
Wear with such ease that
Betrayal seems meaningless
When their kind is concerned
Another part is torn away
Which refuses to become
Plastic like rest of the world
And soon all that remains are
Fragments of myself that can
Be put together filling gaps
Through worldly fake pieces