Because No One Really Likes Each Other Poem by Anna Ballard

Because No One Really Likes Each Other

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Like misanthropes, we hide
Away from the troubles
And cares of this god-forsaken world.

We seek refuge in our words,
Our books,
Our music,
Each other.

We run and laugh,
And weep and hate,
All in the same moments
Of the same days.

Because no one really likes each other.
Not really.
Not one bit.
Not at all.

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