Los Demás

We are never satisfied with what others do
And we live alone without thinking about others
Like hungry wolves stalking others
Convinced that others are our food
Mistakes are pots to throw at others
Successes are ours and never from others
Every step an attempt to step on others
The slamming of the door to others becomes more violent
Truths offend if they come from others
Lies are sold when others buy
We are petty judges of the worth of others
But we don't allow others to judge us
We turn off the light that, out of love for others
Was lit on a cross by the one who died for others
Because understanding others is seen as a burden
We label it as a mania for love towards others

Our time is valuable but not that of others
Our space is precious but not that of others
We think of ourselves as pilots of others' lives
Wherever we are, let others deal with it
We condemn envy when others envy
But ours is indifference that others don't understand
We believe we are superior to all others
Almost perfect beings with respect to others
We forget that we are also others' others
That we have smoke like everyone else
That we carry some burdens more than others
Vanity and modesty like everyone else
Forgetting that we are also others' others
We act deaf when others call
Because it's foolishness to listen to others
We label it as a mania for love towards others