Flaws Poem by Natasha Andeyi

Curious and curiouser, my eternal disease.
But am I ill? Not even the reason to be deceased.
But for a causal thing... their ruthless projection behind the scenes.
They don't seem to get it do they?
So a choice I make to become a player in their team.
This team though, inducing confidence in me,
a different kind, not for the books, for it's not one for history to find.

Demonizing their shadow, not remembering it's in everyone's bio.
Crusifying them for their inevitable sins... they're not worthy to live.
Convicting any of their deeds, for tonight they must bleed.
'Go to church... get your demons exorcized. For only the white will see the light'
'Unlike you, we the sons of light are worthy of everything divine.'
Every single word I type is tearing another apart, but I keep my mission alive.
'You're as foolish as your looks...and the womb you camped in must have been a terrible place'
Word after word, each time not considering the effect on the other side.
I'm neither reading between my lines nor looking into their signs.

This confidence I so possess...only visible behind the keyboard.
For without these keys I have nothing material to say, nothing otherwise to do.
I'm Too foolish to tell that my demons are ranting indirectly at theirs.
Too dumb to realize that it takes one to identify the other.
That this vehement virtual attack is a projection of the desires I'll never grant.
The painful realization that they are and so I am.

So I stand down from this role I dutifully play.
Turns out there's more to my life than making critiques behind the scenes.
If I'm as bold as I suppose, then I shouldn't be a ghost.
That a moment with my shadow, will help me understand their flaws.