Tsuris bay Laytn (Troubles by People)

God, you hate everyone so very much,

and yet you've never loved them more.

Fragile and powerful,

they burst into rooms 

with the expectation of taking a stab at changing fate.

Their comforting words 

pick at the scabs, while their cruel ones

just make you laugh at their absurdity. 

And there are the cruel ones, 

but they rarely want to be cruel,

but that doesn't make what they do

hurt any less.

And then there are also the kind ones

who share their saltines 

on a notebook-turned-paper-plate,

and listen close.

Sometimes, the cruel and the kind are the same person.

And people do play games, but still

they try so hard to love each other;

one might place eggshells 

into the palm of your hand and say: something was alive in here once. 

It was real and alive, and we won't forget that. 

But you want to shout, "It's only eggshells!" 

                                                                        (It's only eggshells)

All that's left is eggshells.

So you take what you can get,

and open your mouth wide.