Or maybe I'm just broken
Something is broken
Someone says it's my fault and I take it
Attention
All I want, until it is thrown in my face and set on fire
I've never wanted it before
I was okay with the silence
my own company
Why would I need yours, when my own is a world where I don't need to fit in?
A world where I do fit in.
A world where you could fit in too
A learning curve for the world
People laugh and throw stones
and I watch in concern.
People kill people.
They do it for love, money, hate.
They do it for honor, country, loyalty.
Animals kill too.
They kill for food
What makes us special?
What makes you special?
I would rather be sick in your eyes, looking on at the broken ruins that people built and destroyed
Than be like you.
Maiming and destroying your way through life.
I throw stones too.
They just don't break bones. They cut cleanly and leave scars.
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