And what have you left yourself with? 

Sleazy fake Christians

Nepo-baby toddlers 

Ugly as sin and intellectually vacant. 

One who only sees his ex-wife in your look. 

One who wears giant crosses to hide his real self. 

One an assured control freak who is every nightmare behind dead eyes 

Who courts from afar, seeking only convenience. 

Liars, cheaters, abusers, manipulators, bigots offering security.

Superficial warmth, glazing the chill beneath. 

But where is the protection from them? 

Where is the network of close friends to stop you? 

What does not exist cannot come to your aid, 

For those who should question only cheer, being just like them.

But you seek no aid, because it is the ugly, the fake, the deranged you crave, 

While never noticing how you became exactly that.