Rip Us to Shreds...

Humans weren't born with talons. We did not evolve with clawed hands.

How is it then, I wonder that we are so adept at shredding each other? I feel like if we could see through people, most would appear as tatters.

It beats my will down every day. I smile at the woman on the street, and am greeted with a cold face and a vacant stare. I give my heart to a small shy man, and he casts it aside like so much garbage. I see a mother on the bus slap her small beautiful child.

It's a bog, and right now I'm sinking.