NORMALISED BAD - by Theophilus

It's hard to comprehend, but disturbingly easy to understand.Everyone, mostly, is trying to stick for their own interest.Trust stinks more than the abomination from the sink.I love you now lies like a beautiful wooden chair, with a broken leg, not visible...Waiting to snap immediately it's settled upon.Nothing is black or white, maybe it's not a bad thing...But you love a friend, yet deep down you still think:There can be a bad in their good.And you don't want to hold it too tight, so you don't fall when the rope snaps. So many drastic behaviours now categorised with beautiful, deceptive terms of self-defence and independence.We cut people away in the name of self-love.Rudeness is now framed as blunt, even when it's wrong.Independence is taught until it erodes association.Connection feels forced and demanding.It's wired to want the good of others without return.Kindness is now an illusion to many.They believe there's always an underlying scheme...Are they wrong to feel that way? Can we blame them?Experience and time has taught them that not all that glitters is gold. Even love wears the mask of good and still breaks something.A mother's love can be a broken chair too...dressed finer, called sacrifice, called wanting the best,but still waiting to snap the moment someone sits their whole weight on it. It's not that bad, you say?There's Tayo, looking dead and pale at 1:30am,marijuana in one hand, alcohol in the other,her pointed nose with a bit of white powder... cocaine.She's lost in the euphoria, but her subconscious speaks into the void:How did I get here? I never even touched a cigar or drank a wine until last month.It's the only way I could escape this awful reality.If only her mum could see her right now.She should be happy; she's sitting on a bed that cost a fortune. Her bedroom mirror cost the income of two months for wealthy others.Money and power was no issue. This was what mum always wanted for her only child;never wanting her to suffer the same loss she did,wanting her to have the life she never had as a child.Was it really that bad? Her childhood... was it?Maybe it was. But she was happy. Happiness from the peace of carefree joy.Mum never believed that. To her, a sad life in riches is better than a happy life in wretchedness.So she made her commit to a lifelong union with the devil,because he wore teeth of gold, wore big chains, and his shoes were pure diamond.Well... she's gone now. I hope, wherever she is, she sees me,and still holds her ground. Evil is called good, and good evil.Light as darkness, and darkness light.Bitter offered as sweet, and sweet as bitter.The world is filled with deception and bad.But in a world of normalised bad... be the good.

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