Only a moron. 

Only a moron would think a spoiled nepo-baby who’s been taught to view people as property could ever really love them, ever really feel anything deeper than a hard-on, only feigning emotion and loss when they lose control of their emotional punching bag. Only a moron could confuse a house and surname for love. 

Only a moron. 

Only a moron falls for people who pursue possessions while plastering themselves with professions of faith and crosses and that plastic all-American image, that shield used to hide the degeneracy within them, that all-too obvious act. Only a moron tries to pretend what’s cold is warm. 

Only a moron. 

Only a moron would sacrifice real interest from a true heart, twisting it into something bad and labeled mentally unstable, reject it out of hand when the love is for them, all to gain the applause of judgmental liars and nobodies. Only a moron hates themselves that much, wallowing in self-inflicted neuroses. 

Only a moron.

And only a moron has no self-reflection, no regret about following a crowd’s edict and spurning something, someone, for nothing, becoming a liar and hoping instead for love from stone-hearted users incapable of it and never even looking back. Only a moron keeps lies alive out of ego. 

We sure have a lot of morons.