The Guilt of the Heart

To the one with a light heart, the world feels heavy,
To the one with a heart of stone, the world feels empty,
To the one with a heart of glass, the world feels as if it will shatter…
And how does the world seem to the one without a heart?

The world crushes the one with a warm heart,
The world melts and finishes the one with a heart of ice,
The world shatters into pieces the one with a heart of mirror…
Then what does the world do to the one without a heart?

The world soils the one with a pure heart,
The world does not cleanse the one with a dirty heart,
The world ruins the one with a sensitive heart…
Then what does the world imagine it is doing to the one without a heart?

And the world does not want the one with a heart;
The world already kills the one with a heart with its own hands…