People

by Ninnaras

A short poem I wrote when I was feeling down. Tell me what you think, and who you think it relates too.

A short poem I wrote one day when I was feeling down

People

People are strange

Insects; tiny

Social butterflies in shadows.

Yet we are

We are;

because we think.

People are strange

In packs and prides.

Units of blood;

But against themselves,

each other, the world.

People are strange;

The need to destroy,

or build, advantages.

Nothing is the same

Because we think

So we are.

People are strange

So much hate

All choke,

All think ,

All die,

All are.

People are strange.

But;

In the end

Does any of it really matter?

People are strange.

But then

People are.

Review and tell me what you think.