Hah, Hah. A simple denotation of happiness

all but one musters a smile.

Only he bears the whip of society.


“Look at his haircut!”

“Why’re you breathing so heavily?”

Why are you judging so heavily?

There is no purpose for immoral discourse.

There is no reason for mental abuse.


What classifies an individual as different is

what makes one a target.


Targeted by all,

cursed by the reigns of judgment.

Only in death do some find solace.


Think before you speak.

Mortality is only evident in morality. 


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