There are times that
I don't want to believe
in kindness
cause that is a word
meant for fools who
believe that there is
such thing as good

We believe in such
existence as genuine
as it, but later on to
see that we were all just
mindless, spineless
and filled with ignorance

We are all but arrogant beings
who swore by such
codes and ethics
and despise such
despicable behavior
yet hypocritical,
ignoring our sickening
idiosyncrasies

And yet, why am I still
a fool who wants to believe
that the world isn't as
horrendous, as horrible
as the world claims itself
to be? as other claim
the world to be?

Why am I still a fool who
still wants to believe in kindness
when kind words and actions
seem meaningless to everyone?

It's hard to believe now
but I still want to
*I want to believe in kindness