Old soul

Being an old sould is something I’m Usually proud of, And why wouldn’t I be?  I know so much, so young I understand things I shouldn’t, I recognize pain I never felt  I know lessons, I never learnt It’s flattering and awful, the same time, The foresight of life as a whole, stops me From growing,…

No More A Human

You’re no more a human, Than this world a slave To endless tortures  Caused by You, You, who once proudly called yourself human, You, who still has the audacity to call yourself human, Hey, you! You lost that right, The day you saw from your naked eyes How it’s ‘okay’ to litter, How it’s ‘okay’ to not nurture…