It doesn't make sense how all we want is happiness but at what cost. We tear each other down and expect to feel good about ourselves.
We want to fit in, to be accepted but at what cost. We throw others to the outskirts to be eaten by the wolves. To poke fun at them until we feel better about ourselves.
Why are we built like this? Why can't we just get along? but no we must destroy everyone around us to feel temporarily good about ourselves.
We live in this cycle and wonder why things get worse when we do nothing to try and solve our problems. Why we feel so sad.
It doesn't make sense.
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Love, ME
ŞiirThese are my thoughts put into a relay bad poem form. Sorry in advanced.
