I don't like people.
Not many
understand why.
Most judge me,
others assume
there's a screw loose
in my mind.
They over-analyze
the simplicity in
my sentiment,
they search for
reasons why I've
detached from
my humanity.
They share
Their thoughts
about me everywhere
except Their reason
for existence.
They spread their
opinions like they're
common sense, and still
they ask me: why don't
I like people?
And I tell them that it's because I don't like myself.
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