This point is not a subject of discussion
A person, who can’t love himself
Is surely a subject of disgusting passion
From all these equally untruthful thoughts
That kill a tranquilising life around him
Be sure, that I have suffered much
From hatred and non-loving people
They were inside my head and everywhere around
By every mean, this is problem of my own
And nobody is gonna help me out
Besides, I think there is no reason to believe
That judgement or some drastic action
Can change me in some strange and unexpected way
I live for my own good, for those who care about me
I live to take what’s granted
From our, human, life perspective
But I am sure that I am not an ape
Too many years have passed
Before we started to believe
That single person can be both
A demon or an angel
It is, of course, a metaphorical expression
Besides, a person may be shifting gears between becoming first and second
And that is surely the case
With every person that can be found around me.
poetry for self-relief 