Certainly.
Humanity wants to make me turn my back,
and go to the bad place.
Sure, it's a war over there, I know.
But, you try to be all things that are good.
Loving.
Caring.
Kind.
Faithful.
Mindful of other people's situations -
But no one is mindful of mine.
I just decided to be sad today, because I'm trifling.
I decided to explain a situation-gone-catastrophe from my point of view, because I'm a liar.
Oh yeah, sure. That's all true to you.
No one can fully understand you.
But, it seems as if no one can comprehend any of my actions at all.
This is what makes me want to turn away from humanity;
from everything I've come to know,
and take a sip from the bad place.
Take a smoke from the bad place.
Draw blood from the bad place.
Close my eyes in the bad place.
I turn around.
I look over my shoulder.
I see no one.
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