February

It is febuary 1998,

with too many mindless bodies,

walking the face of the planet,

and too many mindfull bodies,

without enough motivation,

to do anything constructive with their lives,

I despise these people,

in a way I can not verbally express,

my hatred for humanity

has reached an all time high,

I believe I am a higher power

and a greater being,

than our all too common society

Lately I have asked myself

should I concede defeat

and conform to our commercialist society,

surely it would make my life

on this world easier to bear,

but when i get near my lowest moments,

I remember...

Why, I hate the world,

and everything, that is inside,

i remember why, that I despise

everything that is not I