New Soulglasses can we transfer desires, knowing nothing else? the pristine new soulglasses, sold to me with promises of perfection have numerous evident flaws. the expense was devastating demolishing several pieces of myself, the ones I esteemed as foremost. these willing was I to trade for perfection. but conformity loses its value when the ache for difference punishes worse, tenfold than its brutal consequences. eminence becomes worthless when pressure to triumph becomes heavier, a score fold than the side effects of loneliness. honor becomes ridiculous when better men look up with perceptible admiration shining out of their eyes. the new soulglasses i have bought are better indeed, are rooted in success. But it hurts so much worse than my black cracked pair. | soulglasses meaning condition of the soul. wondering how i am supposed to enjoy the light talking about the light they said it was perfect, just happiness and joy but it aint. it took a lot to escape the darkness i gave up some of my identity pieces that i loved, that i said, "this is who I am." But I would give anything for perfection. So i gave all. being the same as everyone else sucks when i miss being different so much missing nonconformity hurts worse x 10 than actually being a nonconformist people liking me sucks when they expect me to be the best, always. and it hurts x 20 than being lonely. okay, how can i say im honorable when better dudes obviously have the idea that I am a role model for them? the light i know the light is better but sometimes it hurts more than the darkness |