Ive had it with their sneering faces
Had it with their beguiling grins
Manipulative blood suckers
Clingers and limpets and fools
I hate their eyes, their bodies, their lives
I wish they did not exist.
Loathing for them, for myself, fills my soul,
A black, crusted, crumbling husk
That was once me.
I am nothing
A useless failure
A scrambling ant under the foot of a giant.
I cannot live, I do not die,
But having relations makes me cry.