Alone

I sit in on the world, listen to its conversations. And as I sit here, I truly feel alone but you are right at home. We are friends but we do not know each other. You are part of that system. Always thinking your way is the best and only way. You do not really think of others, though that is what that system is said to do. You do not feel my pain or see my suffering. I know your kind. I used to call myself part of it. I do not ever think I was proud, and it was not even my decision. Others made that decision for me, but now I am old enough to think what I think. I know the lies you lead. I used to think that they were true; I've seen that warmth and felt that glow of the fire that is really not. I see the thoughts you "own"; see what you think you believe and how there are only smidgens of bits of truth in the lies. You will never understand. You with your sad happiness and hurtful help. You with your "open" mind and "accepting" ways. You with your lies of truth; you are the ones slowly bringing me to an end. You are bringing an end to the one thing that could help you, and you don't even realize it.