Charity

People often try to be as kind and inspirational as they can be. They give money, effort, and words to those that hurt and need it. This is a great thing. But there is one problem. One fatal error they commit.

They hide behind their inspirational words and help. They hide the hate they grow in their hearts by masking it with beauty. They are like a masquerade of pitiful souls roaming around an empty hall of sorrow. Humans are naturally great actors. They set themselves on this stage they call life and smile all pretty with their make-up and their hair done all perfect. But inside they are dead. They try to make up for this emptiness by helping other people so people would think they are not empty. But this dark meaningless existence stays consistent in their souls. They let their minds become comfortable in its pool of poisonous reason and they mask themselves and go on their day being okay with it. Even we writers sit on our pedestals and write about love and yet our hearts are full of hatred to one another. Some try to mask their imperfections with perfect verse. They enslave the conscious and wrap tape around its mouth to make sure they can remain in their tainted aura of darkness.

There are too many nice people in this world. We need good people, not nice ones.