we live in a sick world
where people divide
and discriminate.
a place where freedom
is whole
but hollow,
deeming themselves superior
to our exhausted souls,
our own kind
is the reason of our decline.
we teach love
we teach kindness,
but we practice hate
we practice malice.
never has there been
a man excluded of sin,
in all our years of existence,
never have we produced perfection.
we're flawed
and dented
and twisted, unconsciously.
we're a race of the mistaken.
mistaken for humanity,
we are the demons
dressed angelic silk.
- ishana.
YOU ARE READING
bits & pieces.
Poetryjust a couple of poems that i'll be uploading now and then. i'm not very good at poetry so have no expectations whatsoever.
