Chimeric

In hopes of no longer feeling so numb, so dumb, I began a free-write. What I wrote is irrelevant. The page was tattered and torn when I reached finality. Finality. It's perfect, because it's honest. It's blatant. I tire of feeling peccant. I shine white, shine bright but you blemish me. No longer. No longer will I be tarnished to uphold your delusive persona. If I am to be chimeric then I shall do so of my own accord.