Living As a Misanthrope

I was born as you all were I am all the same that All are in some way or the other I used to love the things that you loved I was the same branch of the that tree And was fed with the same roots As you, you and you were But But I was a step ahead Or they were some step back The difference that was made A cloud overhead Shared some tears with me And all the non living things That the creation has made The way was not meant to be The way I am now The way that I was ought to be I don’t want it anyhow The race is falling and let it be For I do not care A burden that the world slipped in my pockets Hence never should I bear I not care about the one Left and were about to leave I distrust the kind of men we are And hate the way we find I live a life along with me And never care who’s beside For they have a selfness around there self And to my eyes, somehow they hide I am an end, with out the other Hanging by a rope I am a shadow of my self Living as a misanthrope