I feel sorry for you

I taste your anger, 

I feel your sorrow.

You occupy your own mental space with words of injustice on others.

When little do you know the world around you is just a reflection of you.

Your energy reeks of distateful mennerism,

To the point you're concerned of the flighty. 

These are your own doings,

You've shone your own light on your pathetic insecurities. 

Clean it up, the world owes you nothing.

Are you really the victim here?

This poem is about: 
My community


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