The stinky people

Someone was talking about misery. I've met misery, is everywhere. I took just some days away from it. Yesterday I thought everything can be fine, but today misery strikes back. It was here, under my eyes, in multiple shapes and colors, hidden under a nice fainted smile. People are mean, cruel, vindictive. I once thought that only in war time people used to walk on corps to survive. I was wrong. People are cruel and never look back at their victims even in peace years. I'm not the kind of person that likes to stay in the front row. I like to observe from my corner everything that happens and I like to do things right. It seems that my kind of people are disturbing for the ones that like to rule the world even though their minds are limited. So they like to torture us, to humiliate us just to put themselves in a better light. The one thing they don't know is that they can polish themselves as much as they want with our pride but they will never shine. You can only see the dark in their eyes even when they faint a smile and sincerity. I will call them the stinky people. They are the ones that judge the others by the filter of their evil limited mind because innocence and good will are an utopia for them, lowering the entire world at the platitude of their existence.