Botched Up World

Who should I blame for seeing things differently

You or I?

You who belittles love as lust meant just for procreation 

You who sees spots of grey in the purest souls,

Conditioned by your upbringing

You who interprets every action of having an

Ulterior motive

You who suspects even your closest friends

Of backbiting

You who likes to have the last word in every

Argument

You who only likes to be heard and never give

A chance to others to speak

You who believes the world begins and ends

With you

You who crosses all the norms of decency

A megalomaniac egocentric pig!

A mind that is sick!

A soul that has no bearings!

A mouth that utters only profanities 

A human being with inhuman qualities!

A person who deserves no sympathies!

And when the tables turn against you in life:-

You rant and rave like a child

You seek attention by shouting and crying

You indulge in self persecution 

You threaten to commit suicide

You cut yourself away from loved ones

You keep hammering on wrongdoings done

You end up struggling to survive 

In a botched up world, you only made up