Can a forest tree get mad at the daisies laying on top of its roots?
Can we ignore the little insignificant but suffocating truths?
Babies are stepping on my toes.
And children fighting against their mother.
But they can't even bear to look at their father.
They get subdued.
They take a step back.
They take their words back.
They delete the posts on the internet.
Filled with envy and jealousy.
But it's so green, even greener than my eyes.
You can't delete it from our memory.
The hate you give.
You spread it like a disease.
It spreads faster than STDs. ...