A feeling
A feeling took us over
No matter when it began
Its almost like we're not ourselves anymore
After what happened.
We used to be kids
Now what are we?
We're other people. Who don't even know each other anymore.

Somewhere, when we thought it was time to become big people - we became giants.

We don't remember what it was to be quiet. Or what a true smile was.
Everything has an angle.
Someone is out to get us.

Jealousy, envy, hatred and lust, mutiny, despair, cruelty, pride. Where did these come from?
We were just kids.
This can't be what big people are.
We're cutthroat. Survivors. Prey. Hunters too. And love?

Where did love go?
Have we forgotten how to love each other?
It just takes one wrong word now, one false pretence - and it is no more.

We throw each other away.

Have we become too strong to need each other?

Or too weak for our wounds to heal and move on?
We were supposed to become stronger.
Wiser.
Kinder.
Better.
But now we just know how to kill.

We got older, but now we faint from a slight cut. We fall from a small blow.

Everything is too much. One hurt, and we can't forget.

Bigger. Shouldn't we be bigger?

The older we get, the weaker. We are broken and can't be fixed.

We have no friends. Because there are none.
We are not friends, because none of us are willing.

We are afraid. Giants, afraid of pain.

All of us are bruised from each other person.
With downcast eyes, hoping no one will say it out loud.

Without humility.

What are we?