The worst part is I knew,
I knew the darkness, the violent ice,
that cast shards from your eyes.
I knew how terribly unkind you could be.
Yet I ignored it,
desperate to believe that someone loved me
and was a friend to my soul,
that they were good.
I try to see the good in mankind,
but they make it so very difficult.
I saw the Earth in you once,
now all I see is a blasted city-scape of cruelty.
The darkness of you is disgusting,
and clings to my eyes every time I look at you.
I try to hide it, keep the peace,
there is no good in confronting one as uncaring as you.
But I can’t help but feel this anger,
this deep sadness at the hollow shell of you.