You are sick.

What you cherish, you destroy.

When you speak, you outpace all others.

When you listen, you hear only yourself.

When you love, you feel nothing but desire.

Your eyes are cold, your hands lack warmth.

Your good choices are only ever your own,

Your mistakes are always found on others.

Your grievances are only of your brokenness.

All that is offered is self-centered optimism,

You are abandoned and unlovable,

You are sick.

You are also life.

What you are, you must learn, so you change.

When you speak, slow yourself to others pace.

When you listen, stop thinking of what you’ll say next.

When you love, remove lustful aggression of hand.

Ignite fire to eye, learn soft affection and gentle caress.

Your good choices are because of others love,

Your mistakes are there to admit and learn from.

Your brokenness ought to muster your compassion.

All that you give can be returned to you,

You can be held, you can be loved,

You are life.