2nd October 2008,

I sit at a party and watch

The music and voices a faint distant call

Far away echoes from a forgotten past.

Their faces the same.

Twinkling eyes

Lip’s pulled into smiles upon clear porcelain skin.

It’s all so strange – their endless game of charade.

 I resent it.

I resent them.

I want to be with the outcast nerd

Who wears humanity upon his chest

Flaws and imperfections bare.

But unlike them, his heart beats.

 An everyday hero in the face of his fears.

And he is warm and humble…

With unjudging eyes

Ever so real.

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