Hermit.

I think I would rather be in a world of my own,
Then the reality forced in on me.

The lying,
The spying,
The self mutilation,
The manipulation,
The contagious disease spread over humanity.

I can feel the bile rise up in my throat,
Whenever I think of my experience,
The experiments.
The attempts adolescents make on adult hood.

How I miss my naïve idealism,
The optimism…
Thinking I knew it all once,
A long time ago.
{It wasn’t so long ago, you know}.

I didn’t know anything.
I don’t know enough still.
But I’ll live on my own,
And keep my small experiences held within me,
And keep you at a distance, at arms length, away from me.