There is an ache inside of me.
A feeling of being defeated by a nasty opponent. A feeling that can usually be stuffed back down, ignored or medicated. The ache is not only the sadness I feel for this screwed up world, but also the apathy that is felt as well.
I was not made for this world…
This world is an ugly, merciless place, full of hate. This world has bred a society rich in ignorance. I cannot count the times I have uttered the words “I really do hate people.” I hate people because of the way they hate each other. Their ugliness makes me take a step back, farther and farther until I am backed into this corner. Trapped. And surrounded by hate.
The hurt that I see inflicted on others, by others, leaves my heart heavy.
And there is this ache inside of me.
I do not want to join you, society, in tomorrow’s endeavors. I don’t think I want to go into your foggy lies. Fighting the good fight is tiresome with a one man army. I’m done.
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Wow! It is uncanny how much this sounds like the thoughts in my head.