Destruction Of Humanity

• Brieanna Yardley, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

The past.
It’s haunting, isn’t it?
I was once happiness and sunshine draped in delicate petals.
I am no longer that way.
I am reminded of that every time I smell the perfume, the sweet scent of decay. 
Greed. Destruction. Envy. 
That’s what I became.
I am a monster, made to induce suffering, there is no love flowing within me. 
I am full of vanity, torment, depression. 
I love to see salty tears run down faces, if only for my profit. 
I revel in the sufferings of others for my own success. 
I despise happiness for others, yet I want it all to myself. 
For I am no longer pure, I am broken, my legacy is drowned in pain.
For I am you.
And you are humanity.