Sharper than knives, the empathy lost

No sign of grief, nor any of mercy

It hurts more as they go on.

A crack in the glass, symbolising broken presence

Yet they don’t care, we’re hurt, they’re happy

“Please stop” I croak,

As weak as I am helpless.

The mocking laughter was their response

And I’ve never felt so beaten until this day

Why are they like this, when will they stop

The demons inside them, they’re trapped

They’re possessed, they’re not them

They’re different than us, they aren’t human.

It would make sense, everything would;

As those people never scarred us.

Just who, who would dare

To poison them

And make us prey

It isn’t fair, it never was.

It was always me in the end

And never them.

               Asandra Addien