It’s not anyone’s fault
That things are
The way they are;
After all,
Everyone we meet
In this world
Is human;
Everyone has a life,
Everyone cannot comprehend
Every single feeling
With utmost precision
The same way you have.
Even if it is a professional,
They’re still human;
They, too, can get angry
They, too, can get mad,
Because in the end,
No one is an angel
Dropping right from heaven
And there is no one
In this world
Who can ever see
What you see;
There’s no one in this world
Who will not snap
On hearing an honest confession
From you
If it’s unfavorable to them;
Everyone has an angle
Of seeing things,
And yours is in no way
Nearer to theirs.
Writer Wormie 