To Understand Others

Why do we need to understand others?
Who are actually these 'others'?
Should we narrow some down to find the best one?
Isn't it cruel to randomly pick people among a lot of them and saying, "well, okay, they seem oh-kay so I would use them on top of some importance'?
Aren't we born on top of the 'importance'?

My morality is shabby.

Why?
Some bikers are stupid, including me.
The public transportation's drivers are the stupidest people on Earth.
They often (almost) take away my life.
Sometimes I ask for that to happen,
So I can haunt them and kill them, their families, and their relatives.
*No, seriously, revenge is bad*

Energies and feelings are contagious.
When some people throw shit at your face,
When some friends backstab you,
When there is no one to trust,
When you meet stubborn people,
When you meet A PERSON who craves for some respects,
When you know there is no 'really nice' people,
When you know these days, bad stuff, bad actions always win,
When you lose your grip,
When you are so afraid some people will do harm to you,
When you HAVE TO fake your smile,
When you still have class at night, when actually you really should paint,

When you find you are a misogynist,
When you find you will be judged by the action of a person,
When you find you should throw shit back to some faces,
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Writing heals.
Now, let's sleep.
Safe and sound.

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