The Truth


I made the world,
You separated it into countries.
I offer peace,
But you still fight.
I thought you would grow immensely,
But you kill mass numbers in the blink of an eye.

You destroy what I made,
Yet you say I don't care about you.
You put value on everything,
When I meant for everything to be free.
You blame me for all that happens,
When you hurt me a million times.

Why should I care about you?
That's what you say when your life isn't going well,
What if I say that?
Would you be any happier?
I feel like I have made a mistake,
Your knowledge,
Has hurt you, and me.
I cannot stress this anymore,
I give up.

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