Why.

I am a selfish mindless twit, it about anyone that doesn't give a shit about any one but myself.
in all of that I am not all good.
I run.
to a happy place called solitude.
where no one
nothing
can make my life more difficult.
But my life is good, I tell myself
while i do what the man tells me to do.

and that i dont think, or have no idea
of what being or thinking about the other
means.

being alone sucks, being the victim
is a bad place to be.
but how can we live if we live without
life to enjoy the moments

still, i am a mindless twit.
with no compassion for the other.
because the other is happy.

me in my perpetual sadness, with the facade of
composed.

still I am a wondering darkness with a place in this world.