Liars And Manipulators

I see you all smiling so politely at me,
Laughing politely at my jokes.
Being politely pleasant around me,
So as not to offend me with truth.

Liars. Panderers. Monsters.
I can see the quiet contempt in your eyes:
The silent hatred directed towards me,
And the sinister plots you form against me.
I hate you all.

I don't fully understand why, but I hazard guesses.
I am not one of the herd, not a mindlessly happy sheep.
And therefore I must be a freak, miserable and an emo.
Clearly, because I do not meet the bourgeoisie standards
Of mindlessly consuming trash from the supermarkets.
I must be the communist, emo bad guy.

So then you hate me,
And lie to me
And plot against me.
So be it.

I hate you all, monstrers who hurt for fun.
Sadists, drug junkies, weaklings, you're all evil,
All out to hurt me in whatever way possible.
There are no friends, only enemies you haven't met yet.

I hate you all, and you all hate me.
And so it is...