They say the devil wears prada, but I've only ever always seen him as naked as the truth.

The truth as ugly as the sound of a mother smothering her child with an amount of fakeness and folly worthy of ending a life.

A teddybear with ice cream and a coke shoved down the throat of one who only cried for love, yet no matter how we cry our eyes never run dry.

Still, thats how we are taught whats what, but even if you spit it all out our minds are still broken, just like the framed photo of our dearest enemies.

Not from any scar left behind by the preachers of a society where the less are being owned and even the owners own nothing but themselves.

No, we break from something far heavier than any collective gathering of lost souls can weigh us down with.

We break from the fact that our so called truth is only ours and no one elses, the reality that we don't really matter- WRONG! It doesn't even matter if we matter!

We only ever always believe what we've been told, it dosn't matter if the person talking is someone else or ourselves, our worth remains unchanged and undicernable by any human!

And no one can figure out what clothes the devil wears, because he is nothing but our own personal demon we play dress-upp with for the sake of finding purpose with our lives before we run out of closets to hide in!

They say that the truth shall set us free, I say we will only ever always be as free as the truth we've choosen for ourselves, and we pick our truths like we pick the devils clothes.

Yet even when we decide what clothes he wears-
Only ever always will he still be the one with the leash...