I have remained scared,
All my life,
                  Of people.

With every sunrise,
I woke up, with a hope,
                   To love people.

Every dusk,
I slip into my heart,
A broken heart, and despair,
                    Hating people.

In between days and years,
My life kept passing away,
My faith kept breaking down
                     Because of people.

Everytime, I bleed, I cried,
I patted my heart,
That someday, my faith will be restored,
                      By people.

And then, someone will come in,
I will look up to,
I try to redefine,
                     people at their best,

Thud, they break my heart,
Smash down my believes, my faith,
Shake my senses, show me,
                      People at their worst.

Yes, I am scared,
Yes, I do hate people,
For one reason, unchanged,
                     "People"