I hate humans, the most flawed beings that roam.

They consider the victors win as true peace, instead of actual unity.

They lie in the name of love, instead of loyalty and integrity.

They revel in the chaos, instead of actually helping, trying to help.

They are personification of the meaning flawed.

But I have a greater flaw.

I have a mental illness, so if I think a human is flawed.

What does that make me?

I haven’t found the answer yet, but can you handle this struggle?