I am a mockingbird. I sing their tunes and hide in the trees. I sit and ponder why they sing these songs. Their songs are so wasteful, oh how they trouble my time. Such silly songs they sing. Yet I still play their tunes back to them just so I can see the approval in their eyes. Why do I humour such treacherous fools? They find joy in lies and the things that harm them. The painfully hollowed I love you's light up their faces with an unimaginable and unattainable happiness. They breathe in this toxic fume destroying their body's for a fake peace. I will not sing the tunes of these atrocious creatures. They harm others even with no gain. They are rapidly destroying the beautiful creations of the world. May those vile creatures rot where they truly belong. May I ne'er see them smile. I do not their approval any longer.I am not a mockingbird. I am what I despise. I am apart of what I despise so much. I am apart of what I fear so much. I am not a mockingbird, I am a human.
