Once again, enraged.
too many humans
too many people
in my way
everywhere

I can't stand them
I don't know why
Just can't
stand


They always make
me feel strange
weird...almost
not human
at all.

And am I?
I don't know.
I don't feel
nothing
good


Nothing good
towards them.
nothing at all.


I feel weird
next to them
I feel observed
analyzed
dissected

By their eyes,
so many eyes
as if they were
all on me.


So I escape, here
here in hte dust,
amongst the recluses
and silverfishes
amongst the dust

Here I am,
here I live.


Here I seek refuge
from this weirdness
that I feel, all the time

all the time
outside

All the time


Here I got a pet dragon,
here I got my books,
my computer, my music,
my whole world

my whole world
lies upstairs.

All I want
is to be left alone
alone
I don't like people
people
what a bunch
of bastards

And yes, that does
includes me,
I know it.
I feel it sometimes,
I'm a dick to people
I'm stubborn and mean
I'm their sworn enemy.

I'm a bastard too.

I know.

Sometimes I feel
as if they are
telling me, get lost,
begone, fool.
begone, you
and your
precious mood.

Fool.

Begone.


You are weird,
you are strange,
you are abnormal,
aberration be,
of nature.

Begone.

Fool.
All I wanted,
Granted me nothing
Granted me this life,
Of loneliness
Terminal reclusion.


Terminal reclusion.
I'll die alone
old and miserable
alone
in front
of
furry porn.


Here lies a fool.

May he rest in peace.