I’m your typical fly. You hate me and you would hit me without even thinking about it.

            Please don’t hit me though, for I am just a fly on the wall. I observe your everyday life and I try to get by with what I have, just like you. It’s hard and I would argue that it might be worse for me.

            Fly-murder attempts aside though, I don’t think humans are all that bad. Though most times I think you’re all chaotic but generally good. You seem to like being good people but have trouble doing so sometimes. Morals, social beliefs, religion, and other things shape you and your thoughts — for better or worse.

           Boy, you people are a complex species.

           In my short lifetime, I’ve seen a lot of good things from you lot. You’ve helped the little old lady cross the street, you lent an ear to a depressed friend. You went out of your way to do simple things like that to make someone else’s day better.

           I applaud you for that.

           This reminds me of those commercials that you see on those big screens in Times Square, the happy ones that show people smiling and sharing bottles of Coca-Cola, things like that. I kind of wonder at how this is what you all want, but for some reason, some of you have turned it around completely and transformed it into a warzone.

           I want to think that you as a species are good, but you’re just as harmful as the rest of us. The thing that sets you apart from us though, is that you have that gigantic brain of yours. The cluster of brain and nervous cells that reside in that thick skull of yours makes you think you’re better than us.

           That is your downfall.

           I see the sketchy and the horrid in a city, and I see the hidden sins of a small, religious town. I see all these awful things unfold and I remember that I cannot stop the human force from barreling through our planet and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.