People may think I'm "corny" or "cringe."

But are those people free?

Can we even call these things people?

Or are they so sheltered by their dark and greasy shells of hatred that they morph into creatures of apathy and insolence?

Creatures that fear authenticity so much that they pathetically beat their own hunger for sincerity down inside a repulsive, indecipherable amalgamation they call a "heart."

I'm sure that must be very comfortable.