Make Me FeelAnd there are times that I love you
(( So much ))
That it's not even
It becomes a c.r.e.a.t.u.r.e.
That lives in my insides
Up my throat
out into the world
With fingers like branches
And it feels
All the things I
The People We HateThe people who hurt us, do they feel like we do?
Do they feel ugly and worthless in their skin like we do?
When they ache are their thoughts a bruised purple-blue
or are their brains always full of those rainbow-esque hues?
Do they suffer with the things that we're going through?
Or are they always indifferent to the sanity unglued?
Those people we hate, can we feel their pain?
Do we know of their nail-biting sorrow and shame?
Are we driven to cruelty by cruelty they gave?
Or is rage bred within, in its own iron cage?
And why do we hate?- Because we're not the same?
Or simply because they're unwilling to change?