Title: Anathema
By: @Bibliophile_Anna
Do flowers that bloom in cold places
Can just go around and tell people bitches?
Marring reputation, are you even a saint?
Don't pretend, aren't we all sinners?
You might get hurt, slash vines with your words,
As sharp as sword, are you even a bard?
It's not oppression, yet you gain oppressors
Hence sympathy you get, empathy you lack.
People are like water,
Easily swayed, the current dictates
You may open your heart, clearer than day.
Hence, don't expect them to remain the same.
A rose may have thorns,
Isn't it part of the beauty it shown?
Why hate? Why blame?
Aren't we all victims of fate?
You play with words, all mere words.
How you act not realizing what's right
Not reflecting with what really transpired
Lack of comprehension, full of anathema.