Humans
They give lemons every time they can,
Like a mad demon pounding on your door.
You start to run, but even if you ran,
You don’t want to live this life anymore.
In the end they're human, evil and kind;
It's always frustrating to know and find.
I hate the ugly way they make me smile,
Because I know they're cruel, not divine.
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