People may walk side by

side

But animosity lies deep within one another

People are selfish creatures, preying on the weak and bowing to the strong

When will hate fall and love spring?

Emotions run wild when I see people at first glance

Sometimes when I’m in bed I think of faceless dozens

I’m surprised at how much I love them

Those intimate to me don’t compare to the love I have for strangers

Needless to say, I hate people—I love strangers