People, not the worldMature

I like hearing people say
"fuck the world"
no, it's not the world you are angry at
it is people
it is the way they have become that destroys you
not the world
it is the way things ache at their fingertips
begging and drawing closer
it is the way that intelligence grew
in each of us,
the destructive habits
and constant "want to be better"
when our "better" is the new "worse"
You aren't angry at the world
you are angry at people
and the way they treat you
and the others around you
the way we manipulate and destroy
we take and we don't give
you aren't angry at the world,
you are angry at people

The End

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