What if
all we’re trying to do
all our lives
is find a sign
that tells us
that we are worthy
of living?
That there is this
feeling of shame
that we wish to erase
of having ever been born
at all.
What if Irony is Judging Others for Lacking Empathy?
What if
all we’re trying to do
all our lives
is find a sign
that tells us
that we are worthy
of living?
That there is this
feeling of shame
that we wish to erase
of having ever been born
at all.