Another day in limbo.

Again no one sees my existence, its better this way. I walk upon them as a ghost, visible but non-existent, I know I am the centre of their piercing looks, of their arguments of their hearsay, and I don’t mind it. Actually there are very few things I mind, everything else I have chosen to pass by in order to make my presence more peaceful maybe. I listen to their conversations and I ponder upon their comments of constant hate, spite and jealousy. Their promise of vengeance their prayers for death. I live upon them yet I cannot decipher their code for violence, the bond that excists in the their biological data that impels them to ask for violence so freely and so readily. The images on the TV make me shudder but they look and celebrate, and I see their hate and am afraid to be alive in a world were such disgusting emotions arise and conquer. I try to be reasonable and I try to be proud by I will never be, for this is my statement of resignation from any form of human activity from now to nether. Of course im over dramatizing, but my feelings remain true, and as they say Hate breeds hate, and as I am a sucker for a cliché I shall quote that for their hate has breaded a hate in me so violent, so silent, a hate unlike any other, leaving me furious but silent, leaving me tranquil, leaving me a ghost.
         I walk by them again in their mansion, in their torture chamber, I try to look upon them but I look not upon relations but upon enslavers, not upon humble loved ones , but upon aristocratic proud social machines. Your existence always relies on someone else, you interdependence disgusts me checking if the phone is working every 5 minutes , in your struggle to cope with your self imposed chores and duties you over burden yourself to look upon discuss and analyze the problems and feuds of others, and I sit angry throbbing, having a feud with myself just to stop hating you
        I walk upon you and you aristocracy, your stuck up, proud  existence, based on what? Based on you tradition? Based on your past? A past you hold no connection to a past you are related to by name and by family and by skin color, a past you have bragged about yet have accomplished nothing to be proud of.
        I walk upon you and your accumulated wealth, your social status, your family merit, I listen to you as you ask for punishment, as you ask  for revenge as you ask for sever reaction and yet believe that nothing applies to you, I look upon you as you abuse your workers as you turn humans into slaves again, as you believe in your self-righteous right to raise a stick onto another humans back.
         I walk upon you as you steal, as you cheat as you deprive and when your done, I am upon you as you go and pray, and again upon you as you lecture me on my social attire. And cant I help but not listen and look away as you talk about right and wrong.
         I am upon you as you laugh at the misfortune of others ,as you laugh at the misfortunes you have caused, your tyrannical rules over the lives of others.
    I look upon you now and I ask you , what do you expect of me? I look at you now and I say FUCK YOU!!!!!!