Less Compassion, Less Interaction
Built to care,
Programed to love,
Is that what god imagined for their children?
But when I am surrounded
By peers
I always feel like:
The white light
Or
The black sheep.
No one else knows
Compassion
Or empathy
Or respect
Or love.
At least those are the messages blasting
out the speakers
Or from the tv screen
We watch in our free time
While playing violent video games
Trying to blast
The other guy's
Pixelated head off
Instead of reaching out to
Shake our neighbors hand.
Or give them a hug,
The phrase
"I love you"
Is so rarely used
With intention.
The common expression
Of our affection comes out
"what's good, my dude."
But you don't care about what's good
Or bad
Or evil,
It’s the rhetorical question that lets us off the hook.
Caring too much results in
Heartbreak,
while you extend your arm out you are diagnosed with
Heartache,
And at that point you're left feeling
Hurt.
For catching feelings
That shouldn't have been felt in
The first place because
"a guy like you should have (smashed, cracked, hit, tapped) hella girls by now”
But I don’t want to make love,
I was programed to do it,
But my human heart can only
extend its roots
So far
For so long
Before
They wilt, and die.
And the heart stops beating,
From all the repetitive beatings.
And what am I?
A fool with a hurting heart,
Who dreamed too much.