Anonymity

God, I hate people.

In this space
Where there should be air
There’s just more people
Missing the point.
Just more people
Who will never even begin
To understand me.

So I stand here,
Looking like a person,
And maybe I am
But they’ll never know
What I have been
And they’ll never think
Maybe I’m not mean.
Maybe I’m just not okay.

The torment of voices
Telling me what I did wrong
Like I don’t already know
And consequently,
They don’t seem to know
That I’m not stupid,
And I’m not listening anyways.