I must
Admit people
Aren't my
Favorite thingsTo be around
I rather be alone
Than be with
People who makeMe feel alone
They can
Also backstab
You and you'llNever see
It comingThey're also
Capable of deceiving
You with
Colorful words
To captivateYou and
Then turn into
The monsters
That areNever spoken of
In story booksThey can
Also change
Their colorsLike the sky
Transitioning from
Day to nightPeople
Also can
Use you
For onlyTheir convenience
Because they're
Too blind to
See your valueThey also
Built a dangerous
Community called
Society thatEven comes
Up with
What is beautiful
And what isNot no
Matter the
PersonalityPeople are
Very cruel
We have built
A place
Where hateReigns over
LoveGenerations
Are only
Broken records
Of overratedSongs
When we will stop
Praying and
Start acting?
When will
Learn to put
Down ourGuns and
Come together as a species before
We all
Kill each other?
Humanity is
At risks
Of becomingDestroyed but
Everyone is
Too blind by
The latestFashion trends
And the hottest
People to
FollowWe're just hypnotized
By social
Media and
TV's thatWe forget who
We are
To the point
Where weChange who
We are just to
Be acceptedWill we come
Together and end thisMadness or will we
Continue on
This pathOf destruction?

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Catharsis
Poezjaca·thar·sis /kəˈTHärsəs/ "the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions."