misanthropy and agony

And I find myself mad at God

For the existence of a thing like contradiction

How it's present in all men and women

For the fact that we aren't perfect

For the truth being so fucking ugly

And always right in front of our faces

For the existence of chemical imbalances

For such a flawed existence

For the fact that respect among men is only earned

When they can't best each other

For the reason I know this and little to no one around me does