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Jan 2021
I have frequently had a
cold functional detachment
from the mindless moronic masses,

Those self-damaging idiots
walking around with
no introspection,
hurting other people while
trying to acquire status,
love, and material success.

I have been fuming
with a legitimate sense of high self-regard
and disdain for the so-called plain folks
with no desire to expand their understanding
or just be decent in general;

But what if I become the *****
who has to be fake nice all the time
just to manage my minor interactions with people?
Will I witness a slow disintegration of my ideal self,
that kind and attentive helpful healing artist,
that deep empathic intellectual, master of compassion?

How superior could I be if I subtract empathy
from my tired and frustrated being,
if I became the cog replacer in this
multinational machine, while sacrificing
my own inner honest decency?
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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