Everyday is Halloween

as we dress up as sinners

or saints

when the reality

is somewhere in the middle.

 

None of us are as good

or as bad

as we paint ourselves

or people paint us to be.

 

We are all capable of great evil

and magnificient good

but none of us are clean of 

the other.

 

We pretend we are as good as we think

putting on masks and surrounding ourselves

with so many lies,

and half-truths even,

and the kind of friends that tell us how

special and amazing we are

and how we couldn't have been in the wrong.

 

And that's where the best of friends matter

to tell you you're an idiot

and that you made a serious mistake

or five

but you're still alright,

because you can always fight for redemption.