I Don't Even Know Anymore

This isn't exactly a poem
But the act of emptying my mind
I walk around these people
They're all so fucking blind.
I have a few friends
They say that they are fine
But under sleeves they hide
Fresh and old scars in line
Yeah, just like mine.
I see the judging stares
Yes they're always there
No matter where
Its sad how people make mockery of us all
How our minds are fighting themselves
Constantly arguing how life should be
The parts that are tainted most craving the death of all that hurt us
But then the parts that are more innocent that only want understanding
"why do you do all the awful things you do?"
the dove asked the raven,
"why, silly thing. its because you are different than I, and to that I have a great disliking... but if you want the honesty to that lie....we are exactly the same my lovely enemy" he said softly. For all along it was the dove who had done the dirtiest of deeds.