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

And everything

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.