The Poet

Untitled Part 11

Sometimes I wonder.

I wonder how the world can be so cruel

I wonder what we did to make it so harsh.

Harsh enough to make us all bitter,

Cynical, and mean.

We hurt others to feel better about ourselves.

We force people to think what we think,

Because we are right,

And you are not.

We say to be yourself,

But not if it's different from others.

We berate you for going against the grain,

For living like you want.

Because if you are different,

You are the enemy,

And must be eliminated.

What did we do?

We have made the world a terrible place to live.