I finally can read
your hollow mind,
and your shallow thoughts
oppress me.
I don’t understand how
you can bear being here
silent,
abstinent,
alone.
But the fact of
it
depresses me.
You should be out there,
in the heart of the world,
in the
thick of it all,
out on the move,
socializing,
learning,
growing,
making the best
of
your life,
of
your youth.
Instead,
you stand
here
before me,
confused,
subdued,
mirroring me,
mimicking me,
reflecting me.
An idiot,
a
fool,
a
soulless,
helpless
man.
Fixed.
Confined.
Unable to move.
Defeated.
Confused...
Confused.
You disgust me.
You disgust me.