Teenage pettiness decided to attack in the second decade
It does not exist in the void.
It is sorrounded by love and empathy.
And they feed it’s flames a thousandfold.
Emotions become whips, barbed and rusty,
Lashing at those who gave me a hand as
The flares of the mind intensify; such
Ingratitude, yet it feels so right in me.
I am not a nihilist, I do not whine about
“Mankind is rotten”, for it is not, just
The people I know, just the people I know
Not to be rotten, because they are warm
And that makes me hate them more.