We are born beautiful,
but flawed without fault.
Loving was our mission,
how easily that gets lost.
Growing now, to compete,
causing isolation.
Never being quite enough,
is always our frustration.
Some lash out at others,
few take it on themselves,
uncontained Anger,
fueling self hatred,
this attack is on ourselves.
So we blame each other,
wounding our brother.
in our false sense of right,
mildly aware contempt & shame,
are what brought on this fight.
Chopping through forests,
killing the innocent,
for we were once like them.
Jealousy brewing,
despite our attempts,
in this War upon our friends.
©hernamewas
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