night falls on the city

It’s not so much self-pity, you know.  It’s hard to tell.  At least I try to make it not be.  You know?

But I miss myself and I see it in the normalcy around me.  And when They smile and laugh and cry I feel the twist of loathing and rage.  How dare they?

And how do you explain that without sounding really fucking nuts? 

When you take away everything that’s wrong, I’m nothing.  I disappear. 

Below humanity’s radar, like an animal in a cage.  I will rip your throat out.