Misanthropy

Dying inside,

That’s all I keep thinking.

That lump in my stomach,

Is it from anger or disgust?

 

You always here people say,

“Same s**t, different day.”

I’d be okay with that.

For me it’s more ridiculous s**t everyday.

 

Tried ignoring it,

Tried bottling it up,

Tried complaining about it,

Even tried to help resolve some of the issues.

 

My complaints fall on deaf ears.

Aired frustrations only come back to haunt me.

Devious people who try to use your words against you.

Everyone has an agenda, their mission to ruin others.

 

How can I coexist with people like that?

Who would want everyone around them to be miserable?

How does someone get to be that way?

Why would someone want to stay that way?

 

Life is a team sport.

It shouldn’t have to be every man for himself.

Keep your friends closer and your enemies closer,

What if they are one in the same?

 

There is no loyalty. Not here.

Petty doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Sadism is more appropriate.

Trust is for fools.

 

If you don’t like me, fine.

That is something I can respect.

That doesn’t mean you’re a bad person,

It simply means you don’t like me.

 

What do you call someone who

Is nice to your face but would stab you

In the back just for their own enjoyment?

“Pathetic coward” or “colleague”?

 

The only people who don’t have malicious agendas

Are those that are too idiotic to know what that means.

Ignorant and Innocent? Yes.

Any less maddening to be around? No.

 

Each day brings me closer

To complete and total misanthropy.

Dread. I dread coming here.

By 7:13 Monday morning I am ready for the weekend.

 

I am not an optimistic person.

I know that if I am trying to be optimistic

About surviving in this environment,

Then the situation must be dire.

 

I realize this is the ultimate first world problem.

That doesn’t make it any less bothersome.

The cons start to outnumber the pros

Because there are more conmen then professionals.