I thought they were my friends, but obviously they are not. I wish I could run away from all of it, but that would solve nothing. People can think what they want I know the truth.
“There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit,
and it’s the peoples choice to live in it,
and their morals aren’t worth what a pig can spit.
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo
turning beauty into filth and greed
and it all go’s around in a great big ring.”
So they are not my problem. I am who I am and I am what I am supposed to be. God doesn’t make mistakes, and I am no mistake. I refuse to sink to their level.