Around me I see the greedy and the glutton.
I see the weak and the cowardly.
I see the pathetic, the desperate, the bastard sons and daughters of entitlement.
I cringe at their presence and I feel wrong when I interact with them.
I fill my needs and walk away, back to my room and pretend it never happened.
I feel as if these views are locked away, taboo in a free country.
I see the truth buried by the slime of unoffensive behavior.
I feel the world crack and crumble.
I hear it strain to be held together by the tiniest of hairs.
I watch, and I wonder, and I say:
I was once like you.
But no more.
I cannot abide your world.
So I shall make my own.
(Revised Feb 2013)