I loathe humans, they're selfish
Why is life so awful? What did I do wrong?
The light is missing, I can't see anything, just the usual fuckfaces
Fake, greedy, and lustful,
When their life goes wrong, they're all over me,
When everything goes well, I don't even exist.
My bad, I forgot I'm just a tool.
Sorry, I thought I could live for a few moments,
To feel peace of mind feelings,
All positive, at maximum intensity.
Unfortunately, that's not the purpose of my existence,
But to defend them from evil
Because I'm a tool that everybody uses.
I hate them with all of my being
And if I could kill them then I would.
How sad, I can't, the purpose of my existence is to help them,
Surprisingly, I really feel deep down the will to do it.
Why? The darkness embraced me because of them
But I'm concerned about their happiness.
I want to get out of here, but if I leave, I can't heal them
And that is my prime target.
I want to reach the sky,
To float among galaxies and stars,
As far away as possible from these shitheads.
But... the shitheads I must help
Since that is why I'm here.
I'm grateful to humanity
That it found me a value,
A small, but useful one.
I hate them and I love them, both at the same time
Because all of us have emotions
Which we continuously feel.
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