Cruel

Why do they hate me?
Why do they feel the need to make my day lonelier?
Is there an imperfection about me that I do not see?
Or do they get pure joy when I am tossed in their fire?
 
Why do they hurt others when they are already scarred?
Why do they feed off of misery and laugh at wicked things?
Is it something wrong with them that make their stone hearts hard?
Or do they do this naturally without any concealing?
 
Why do they deceive their "beloved"?
Why do they hurt the innocent?
Is their some sin the beloved had committed?
Or is it the way they destroy that makes them so "magnificent"?
 
We can say they are mindless and wicked when we know reality
That they are just prisoners to the evils of society.
 
By: Evelyn Rose

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