Sad that kindness doesn’t come natural. That we have to be knocked over the head time and time again. Be nice god damnit…treat everyone with respect…that’s another human being right there. We’ll step on the neck of anyone we don’t know. You better make lots of friends. Or you’ll suffer at the hands of humanity. Even still though.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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