Even Like Myself

Much too dark
Where I come from
Much too bright
Where I go

I want to change
The whole world now
But I am
Not able to

I don’t like
All these people
I hate the
Way they live

The things they eat
And drink and
All their friends
They are with

Waiting for a
Thing I love

But what is it?
But what do I like?
Not the sunshine at day
Not the moonlight at night
I live a life off the shelf
And I don’t even like myself

Disgust the heat
Of summer
Almost as much
As cold

Like nature
Trees and flowers
Kids and pets
As much as mould