The Constant Blurbs of the Mind

Oh thine fellow brute,
why do you hate me so?
The way I talk, the way I dress,
the way I look down below?

For your nose is often held high,
and your thoughts inaccessible.
And you continue to look down, down, down upon me
until insecurities because irresistible.

How unfortunate, for you my friend,
that our feelings are not mutual.
The hate you have for me is merely subtle
and my love for you is brutal.

Dare not you live with yourself
knowing that you are a murderer of minds.
You rip out hearts, and stab raw backs,
and destroy emotions of all kinds.

You have power over the souls of many
and your control is never ending.
You come so soft and welcoming,
and your wrath is unrelenting.