The problem is not in my heart.
Nor is it within my mind.
For you will come to understand later in life, or perhaps you already do.
That your happiness will not be someone's first thought.
Humans are selfish.
We are horrible beings.
We may call one another's and ourselves selfless.
But the truth is.
We are greedy.
Power hungry.
And with the last of my soul I would bet.
No one dose anything without motive.
We need something in our favor.
If helping someone makes you happy, you do not do it for their happiness.
You do it for nothing but your own pleasure.
Life can be cruel.
But so can we.
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Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.