I find it funny.
I find it funny that we hate everything that loves us,
Then love someone that cannot love back.
I find it funny how we give advice to people who won't need it,
Yet we can't take that advice for ourselves.
I find it funny how we cry ourselves to sleep at night,
Over things we forget in the morning.
I find it funny that we call ourselves human,
When it is only us who creates monsters.
You know, I find it funny writing this,
Because I am guilty for everything.