ravings, rantings and ramblings
I have grown up and seen you grow old.
But you have grown old and ugly. So ugly that I refuse to look at you now.
I hate saying that I was with you once, playing with you in lush green fields, laughing and soaking the winter sun. Now, I could pass you by and not look at you.
Your skin has calluses that refuse to heal. All your goodness being hidden by crime, one worse than the other. One horrific than the other.
I don’t think I know you anymore. Where once people would go out of their way to help, now (they) turn a vacant eye over those lying bloody and needy.
Look at what you have made me into. Cynical. Critical. I don’t trust that easy. I am hopeless. I don’t think anybody is safe with you, specially women and children. I openly confess my dislike for you. I wasn’t like this a few years back, you know. Now, you are nothing but a pack of lies.
You have cut your umbilical cord that once connected me to you.
You don’t make me homesick anymore. You just make sick.