"Nosce te ipsum", the old saying preaches,

But life is not all rainbows and peaches.

It gives you sorrow, scars and stiches

Until there is no heart that twitches.

How shall I know myself, when I always feel blind

And I cannot seem to act all marvelous and kind?

I've lost that touch with human nature, yet I'm only sixteen,

Why do I keep throwing souls in a metaphorical bin?

Why do I see flaws, and not qualities?

Why do I judge the past, and not the novelties

That a life unearths every time we speak,

Every time we reach a new mountain peak?

Dear Lord, please help me dismantle

The misanthropy I cannot handle.

I know I'm not a lost cause, or so I hope,

Don't let my kindness hang from a rope!