At times I try
To curb my misanthropic ways.
I try to see the beauty,
Inherent in "our kind".
Instead
I see the greed
         the selfishness
         the vanity.
I see you
Scuttling like ants.
Mindless as cattle.
The individual
Feeble
Uninspired
Disappointing.
I'm poisoned by
your presence.
compromised
thru proximity
you.
you make me sick.
This dreadful fate —
...
I think I died
And
This is Hell.