Who are we?
Our deepest
depression is the seeking
Of our own
vanity
Our foolish
pride of what we appear like,
Deceiving
ourselves of the disgusting image of others
Vomiting at the
slight thought of other’s joy
But who are we
to despise?
Who are we to
pour water,
Upon the great
fires of the ambitious?
Who are we to
look once, twice, thrice
And wrinkle our
noses?
Are we perfect?
If we are then
let the judge of all judges be the judge of that
Out aloud we
mock, criticize and make fun of others;
Our jealousy and
frustration as fierce as a famished wolf
Shall one not succeed?
All because our
jealous tails tag one?
Our words and
arrogance hurt and break thy confidence of others
Yet praise we
seek from others,
Hatred and
vengeance are created by our ways
Who are we;
To bring falls
of tears on other’s eyes?
Written by
Amanda Ranganawa
