#WritcoPoemPrompt76
#CrazySoul #heartlessqueen

Why do people do bad things?
Is it born of nature's darkest wings?
Or nurtured by life's twisted design?

Is it fear that fuels the darkest deeds?
A desperate cry for power's creeping seeds?
Or pain that festers, left unhealed?

Perhaps it's envy, green-eyed and cold
A heart that's hardened, growing old
In isolation, love's warm light grows dim
Leaving only shadows, dark and grim

Maybe it's the masks we wear with pride
Concealing truths we cannot hide...