A Mere Loiterer

You’ll find me wedged in some terrible, dark place. You’ll find me on the brink of insanity, you’ll find me anywhere but your shallow memories and public displays of concern. I inhabit no world but my own, which I’ve disgustingly let you convince me is yours. I’ll be resisting until I can’t anymore, not because It’s who I am, but because it’s who I should be. All the fucking grime on the planet is mine to inherent, only at the cost of a non-existent soul. There isn’t a single tear to shed for my lost humanity, because humanity was always disgusting. I can prove I’m worth something by proving I’m not. My existence is not my chain.