It's people like you
that make the world the place it is.
People like you
are the ones
that make people like me
want to do bad things.
And you say it's all to do
with us
as if it's a disease.
If I am a disease
then I am fatal
and I am unstoppable
and you will not see me coming.
It's people like you
that make my blood boil
and make me clench my fists and grit my teeth
because I'm seconds away
from snapping.
People like you
say that we are the problem
when in fact
it seems that it's you.
I am not the cause of violence,
you are.
Don't get high and mighty with me,
because you do not know everything.
You know nothing
about me
and you have no right to judge
until you've seen what I go through
just to appear sane
every single day.
So don't push your luck
or you might get infected
by my disease.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Things
PuisiA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
