Fine. Go ahead.
I'll listen while you tell me
how hard you've got it,
but I won't promise not to laugh.
These days,
I take my amusement where I can find it.

Your life makes you unhappy?
Then change it.
This stasis is of your own volition
and the excuses you're making
are lamer than you are.

Your self-induced misery bores me.
Don't mind me while I sit in the corner
and try to hone my ability
to kill with my mind.

I don't want your sympathy,
so don't expect mine.
My knee-jerk reaction is contempt here,
not pity.
Anyway
you look like you've already had your fill
of the milk of human kindness,
and where's it got you?

You can call me judgemental,
say I have no compassion.
Did I ever once tell you
that I was a people-person?
I'm sorry if you thought you saw in me
a kindred spirit.
I'm nothing like you.

I may be a victim of circumstance.
You
are a victim
by choice.

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