but the thorns weren't sharp enough,
To keep the world at bay,
I wondered,''Why won't they let me be?'',
Instead of shooting the constant pressures down my spine,
Why won't they live and let live?,
Instead of the other way round,
I never harmed a fly,
Just people's feelings,
Which don't really matter,
In the superficial world I live in,
Mine were crushed similarly,
By the sadists who call themselves people.
They were smashed like crystals by a person who hates beauty,
Like dreams by a ruthless society,
Like expectations by the universe.
They were crushed by the unconscious cruel mind of the peoples.
