The scornful face of saturation, scorn, and heartless compa**ion.
A fully synthetic being functioning solely on a drive for acceptance, appeal, absence of thought, corrupting all I hold dear.
A sharp drive through the heart of my conviction, my heartfelt compa**ion.
Pull this rusty blade, place it in the ground, buried next to my fallen hopes.
Level my utopia, flood this perfect world with cover-up and hairspray, diet pills and vomit.
Starve my siblings.
Turn my child against herself.