For the Love of People

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I love people,
All people,
The well-loved,
The wallflower,
The athlete,
And the ones filled with religious zeal,
I love all people,
As I do not believe any of them are truly evil,
I do not think that anyone is born to be cruel,
To be cold,
To be heinous,
Although my love for people does not waiver,
My hope at times does,
The thoughts like,
“He said that…?”,
“She really feels that way…?”,
“They actually did it…?”,
Seep through miniscule cracks of my subconscious,
And taint the pure waters of waking thought,
My love grows each day,
As I meet more and more people,
As I learn and grow with each occurrence,
As I roll with each punch,
Yet there is fault in this love.
A cold hard pavement that wakes me up after falling from such highs.
I love people,
Yet they do not always love me too,
I’ve given all to those who receive little,
I’ve given all to those who receive a lot,
I’ve been told not everyone deserves love,
But how can that be?
When I am hurt I am most sure that it is my fault,
He said he still loved me, but saw her and snatched it away.
She really feels that I am a wonderful girl, but I know better, They actually waited for me behind the halls one day, pushed me to the bricks, busted my lip, and walked away but not without first spitting in my watering eyes.
I must’ve done something to cause this,
As all i’ve done is shown love to them,
But maybe it’s that i’m not enough?
Maybe it's the way I speak with passion?
Maybe it’s the gods I pray to?
I can’t understand why people are so cruel at times,
But at the end of the day I must hold true,
That no matter what they do,
Every person needs to be loved,

Even if they don’t deserve it.

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