People disgust me
Confusing sex with comfort
When I’d rather have my back scratched
And know what a hearts worth.

I’ve learned pretty people aren’t right
They all have something inside,
Disgusting, ugly, and and horribly trite
Keeping them from insight
Of love, passion and Christ;
what really matters in life.

Animals look at shadows for admiration,
To cover their time of consideration
Between feeling good or not good enough,
To let someone complete you is truly a bluff,
When you don’t love your self, nothing is enough.