People

People are hard to believe

Kindness is overrated

Charity is an agenda

Sympathy is popularity

Hatred is all over

As darkness closing in

And knocks on my door

It keeps on knocking

My heart is ripped apart

By people with disguises

I can’t tell their colour

The varied trotting monstrous beings

Never failed to entertained themselves

Masturbating in their liquids

People are monsters with angel masks.