The cruelest of words
are those who find the gaps in your armour,
they are the unrelenting whispers behind you back.
A constant echo of assault.
The cruelest of ideas
are those who infect the minds of humans,
They are the venom that attacks intelligence.
An impenetrable barrier constructed out of hate.
The cruelest of people
are those who feed off of others suffering,
They are the embodiment of evil on this planet.
A force that can only be hindered by solidarity.
The cruelest of all
is the one that tears you apart into fractions of flaws,
the one who never leaves you, never relents, day or night.
A voice that sounds all too familiar.
A reflection looking back at you.