Why do people steal, have you ever wonder that question?
I have many times. I have been stolen from many times and I'm sure every human have stolen one or more times in their life, whether as a child or teenager, adult or in their old age. Even if the stealing is small, like taking a piece of food from someone without asking them, or wearing someone else thing in your family, and not returning it until they find out, or taking some pocket change from your parents, or picking up a dollar from the floor when someone drops it and not returning it to them, it's still stealing. However small the thieving is, you still are a thief. Then there are bigger, more dangerous level of stealing. criminal intentions behind stealing, murderous, shocking methods of stealing that even a thief who don't consider themselves a thief is surprise by. I had a lot of things stolen from me physical. I'm not even going to go into mental, emotion, and psychological thieving. But my money has been stolen on the bus, my money was taken from my purse at work, by a someone in community service, who looked in my eyes after stealing from me and smiled. Who when I told, "have a nice day, they replied, "you too." Then one of them preceded to ask me for a Job application, which I give them. Then there have been countless items stolen at my job, and each time the individual or individuals committing the crime get more bold. I wonder deeply, what makes people steal, what in the mind of a human being, make them look at something that doesn't belong to them and decide to take it. Plan on taking it, make it a hobby, and a exciting, fun activity. What is it? So I decided to write a poem, in hopes that while writing, my mind would present the answer.
So, here I go:
the thrill, the aching rush that jolts through your back, to your chest and released through your veins
the feeling of being alive, as if you weren't already living
it's definitely a smooth criminal
like a heart attack that come on your best days, but not your worse
it's like that cancer they found, when you thought you were immune
but then somehow, you're going to die in less then a year
that cancer that NASA can't cure, not even with all their smartness
I mean, why not, we took the man to the moon and back
We can talk to someone miles away, by sliding our hands on the screen of a device
Yet, you can't tell me why we Steal
It's like desperation, when you do something out of your character, but you can't go back
It's an addiction, that tells you-if it feels good, why stop
Yeah, why stop, it can't kill you
but what addiction have you heard of, that can't kill you?
I mean, seriously-the poor steals, the rich steals, the wealth, righteous, and crazy steals
it can't just be desperation, can't just be greed
can't just be lust, anger, jealousy
it can't just be a want. Something to occupy your dull life
something that you want, but can't have
so you make it yours
-Is that a problem....is that a problem?
but how do you think the person you're stealing from feels
"what. I don't care. I NEED it More!"
Do you, do you really, really-do you?
Stealing is like working, it takes the same amount of effort
Maybe even more effort, but double the risk.