Murder.

It is so hypocritical of us,
Us humans,
We create a fake image of the world.
A world filled with joy and love…
And love!
Calling it beautiful, amazing,
Warm and caring.
When really it is horrendous, horrible,
Cold and unforgiving.
Thousands happy, a million sad,
Some crying, some dieing…
And we still glorify this killer.

It's a sadist, with the face of an angel
It's a bottomless pit, it only takes,
It's the fruit, which only poisons,
Making a fool, of us all.

And we still fall in love,
To feel alone, miserable
And pointless…

It's beautiful for you all.
It's joyous for you all.
It's amazing for you all.

To me it's a murder,
Killing a part of me,
Each time. 

Ritvik Sharma