I would like to believe it's just my opinionated pessimism getting the best of my poetry.. But the truth is sad and simple, and unfortunately unpoetic.                              The world is becoming more and more self-obsessed.                                         The people are becoming more and more self-possessed.                            The face of humanity is becoming more and more generic, envious, and grossly contemptuous.                                 The truth is not something the angry world likes to hear. It makes them scowl, it makes them sick, and it makes them foolish.                                                The truth is not something the foolish can comprehend.                                           The truth is not the magicial pixie dust starlight within you..                                      The truth is MORE than YOU.                   And that truely is the truth that the self-seekers cannot stand.