Demented

Who wrote the laws?

That our bodies must conform to what nature dictates,

That my hair colour must be a reflection of a deranged mind

That my painted face must exhibit a dreadful character

And our sanity must make the same appearance.

Already judging the book by its cover color!

Ooh, you talked about our norms.

When we only stare into a broken reflection

Of our tarnished flaws

The dying bed of a youthful soul has evolved into a summons from deranged society.

While dyed hair is its greatest enemy; Unnatural.

Humanity was defeated at its peak!

Beware of a colored soul!

That are prone to measure the insanity of the land

With foul mouths, stained fingers, and wobbly feet.

The sinful saint among the crowd

Yet, purging everyone of the insanity they see.

Unholy saint, a perfectly skewed nature.

How far can we go?