A Bitter Truth

I 

I see

Love

In its soft, tender eyes.

I 

I see

Happiness

On its lush, full lips.

I 

I see

Peace 

As the hair brushes against its cheekbones.

I 

I saw 

All of these on its face 

Its beauty is so intoxicating 

Radiating so much pleasure

That it feels like surreal heaven has opened.

Yet when I go out 

I 

I hear the cruel names being called 

I hear the rude comments being made

I hear the vile remarks being shared 

About such an innocent creation

But why?

But why does everyone detest death? 

Maybe because that is what everyone 

Calls me - death, a bitter truth.