The good book says
Yet we are so quick to crucify others
Why do we bury our nose in distance?
Searching desperately for a good day to hunt souls
Stretching the fibers of living
Still we shout “depression kills”
Oh no! Our poking eyes and watery mouths are the source of the depression that kills
Don’t you see it’s hurting those who wallow in pain?
But no, we are busy building little niches of gossip
Forming circles of unrepentant souls in the name of friendship
If one decides to do whatever they want
And they feel it is the best for them
How does that concern anyone?
How does it concern the batting lips of the public?
Why do we make the business of others ours?
Or is it that our worlds are sisters?
Refuse to be affected by their talks
Or meddle with their fallacious stings
More that often, your life may look spongy
But it’s a lot better than the rags they call life
So to help their chaos, hurting others is their gain
Be affected by your happiness
That way, you’ll care less and be more of yourself…