Healing ?

Once again I stood outside the window
Looking at the same repeated old show
One exerting force and the other crippled
One happy, while the other just belittled
But this time no tears came out spilling
Instead I was just standing there grinning
You can call me insensitive or inhumane
But thankfully I have numbed my brain
I don't know if it is process of my healing
But now luckily I don't have any feeling
Or else for me, seeing you being you
Would have been too much to chew
So carry on with being the worldly god
Because now I won't draw out my sword


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