The Misanthrope

frustration lives within me,

twisting and writhing, 

begging to strike back 

at those who have wronged me. Those who 

have mocked me. For nothing makes me angrier 

…more frustrated 

than a person who steps 

on the hands of the innocent.

and reaches up

towards the stars,

looking down at all the blood on the floor,

and smiles

For everybody takes,

and hardly gives.

This feeling of anger is unending.

It makes me uneasy, but I tell myself

Its inhibiting, infuriating,

That human nature could be so cruel

So cold

Evil.

I wish to rid the world of these anomalies, abusers

And i know it will never be possible

Yet still, I shall persist.

• Roshan Taneja