Dear World,
You owe me.
You are indebted to me for a year of joy
for each minute of anguish I have endured.

Dear World,
you owe me.
You owe me a day of respite
for every fleeting second of stress I endured

Dear World,
You owe me
you owe me yet another half a lifetime
for the cherished childhood
that was unjustly snatched from me.

Dear World,
You owe me
you owe me a new heart,
a worthy substitute
for the one
that has been mercilessly
turned to dust.

Dear World,
You owe me
you owe me a renewed mind,
one liberated from terrors,
freed from the traumas
I did not solicit,
free
from the haunting memories
I endeavored so fiercely to erase,
Free
from the faces of those who inflicted pain upon me,
free
from the anguished cries of my brother,
of my sister,
of my mother,
of my family,
and of myself.

Dear World
You owe me
You owe me
Most significantly
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Esteemed Human,
I,
do not owe you
a single thing.

How does one traverse the path of life
with unwavering honesty
when the world seems to respond with enmity?
How can one defy the fabrications borne from within
when one's mind incessantly insists on their veracity?
How does one find repose in slumber
when one's thoughts persistently recall the tribulations endured?
How can one extend boundless affection towards another
who reciprocates with deceit?
How can one sever ties
when one is habitually ensnared by the thorns
of induced culpability
How can one embrace candor
with another when the specter of betrayal looms,
wielding the very words one has spoken?
How can one cultivate joy
when even the minutiae can evoke melancholy?
How can one possess fortitude
in a world intent upon dismantling one's spirit?
How can one wipe away tears
that have indelibly stained their face?
How can one assuage fiery indignation
when the remnants of a shattered bond lie scattered?
How can one glimpse the illuminating rays of joy
amidst a shroud of clouded despair?
How can one maintain dignity
when the burden of one's thoughts threatens to overwhelm?
How can one uphold composure
while assailed by daggers to the heart?
..........
How can one craft a towering mountain
from mere wisps of air?

He seems to have two spirits
I don't know
What it is
But it feels
Like ones gone
and another
is running the show
one in the past
another in the present
one for passion
another for life...

it's a small world
one that we torture
one that we ******
one that we ruin

it's a small world
one that we contaminate
one that we pollute
one that we steal from

it's a small world
one that we never give back to
because now,
it is too late
sorry, earth