I wish I could write a poem; sometimes the words don't flow steadily
And these ink stained pages get heavy bearing the weight of my cumbersome imagination
In moments like these I can't help but think of the disappointment I hold for the human race
How did we mess it all up this badly?
It doesn't take much to push aside selfish intents and help someone for a change
But people behave as if the act of complimenting someone is a work of quantum physics
There is nothing complex about being a good person
There is no formula for compassion
Because there need not be
It's as innate as breathing, and love is in the air
But some of us act as if we're asthmatic
We are taught to hate ourselves before we can love ourselves
Because we are shown what is to be looked down upon, only to become the anomaly later on in life
Our society was and still is built upon hurt people
And if there's one thing I've learned in life it's that hurt people, hurt people
So it doesn't surprise me that Donald Trump is winning the election
Despite all the hatred that's escaped his mouth
And that even though all our lives are the same no matter, not all of our lives in this world seem to matter
My disappointment in inhumanity is deep seated in humanity
Rare is it that a good deed is its own reward
Because nobody cares anymore
If there isn't money, sex or drugs to be gained in return then people won't stay and listen
My generation needs a generator because I no longer have the energy to put up with all this
I don't think anybody does
We need help
-i need help