Why does your every breath towards death
bring such comfort?
Why does each day feel as night?
Why is love all to bring self worth?
Why does self worth bring disgust?
A spotlight on others' shortcomings
a microscope scans close their mistakes
of yours, you see nothing, have none of it
to enumerate would be such a curse.
Live life for yourself not for others.
The sunlight does not always burn.
Others can't love what you don't love yourself.
A pointed finger will not keep you safe.