This is what the world runs on. It is the picture in our mind to what we relate friends, family, and enemies. Unfortunately, this also has cast waves of painful prejudice. All alone we stand trial to be judged by appearances and our simple pleasures in life. Does heaven only open to the "pretty people"? In a world with no light, we would be free people, with no one to stare at us in anguish. We cry our tears to try and convince ourselves that we are "human", but to society we're only monsters unfit to stand in their shadows. As worms we crawl to our destruction under the foot of the people we admire even envy. the bullets in our guns point in the oddest directions. Either we kill or they kill us, for in suicide it takes two to pull the trigger.