We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We take peoples secrets and throw them to the wind.
Allowing them to be consumed by whomever shall catch them.
We laugh when others fall.
And ignore their pleaded calls.
We are monsters wearing human skin.
Wolves in sheepskin.
We are destroyers of all things good.
And yet we pretend we are all just misunderstood.
That our cruelty is somehow justified.
By someone else's lack of compromise.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We are raising children to follow suit.
Telling them to, "only think about you".
We teach them morals that are wrong.
And dance with glee when they follow along.
We are in joy of another broken generation.
Glad that we could be apart of an already crumbling nation.  
We are sick.
We are sin.
Blind to our own parts in the worlds destruction.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
This world is ripping at the seams.
We are living in our own worst dreams.
We think we're safe from the end.
But that's a lie for destruction is exactly what we intend.
We are ruthless and dumb.
For believing we will be saved when, God decides to come.
And what really makes me disappointed
Is that our entire existence can be summed up in just four sentences.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.

I'm always seeing poetry about loss, destruction, heartbreak...etc. It took me a moment to think of why we wrote mostly on these sad subjects. But then I got it. We write about our deepest and scariest feelings because poetry isn't just a form of writing, it's a way to let the readers and ourselves know that we all feel lost at times. And you you know what? That's okay! It's okay to feel broken. Because at least we're all a little broken together.
And that, my dear reader, is the most special part of poetry. That this hidden pain we all harbor can be shared in small rhymes and thoughtful words. We, as poets, can show that even, even destruction can be beautiful. That we can be beautiful despite all our hidden flaws.

There is no light. No sound. No joy. There is only the feel of my inner insecurities as they want to embraced me. Consume me. I close my eyes; and I let them take me.