ants

i remove myself from your equation

i divorce myself from this mistake

these people aren't my friends

they look, they talk, they move ilke me

but somehow i just know

that they are not who i am

i am in a crowd of carbon copies

master manipulators who are trying to convince me

that everything is fine

when i can feel that something is very wrong here

i keep calm, stay quiet

i look for the tiny exits

watch for the moments when they aren't watching the doors

and i wait until its time

all it takes is one pure moment and im gone

im surrounded by the dregs of the litter

the parts you throw away

i cant help but feel disconnected

these people have nothing to offer me

i hear their voices in my ears

and it attaches itself

right to the button that flips on my anger

and i am ready to destroy

you don't take pity in the destruction of fools

you don't feel sorry for the ants you step on

i cannot sit here one more second and pretend

that these people aren't making my skin crawl

that these people aren't making me want to end their pathetic existence

that i am not fighting with all i have inside

to not resort to violence

and show them how cold and ugly

the reality really is

theres no one protecting you

only people who haven't yet snapped

and destroyed you

you are protected by the resolve of people

not wanting to be locked up

but the fact remains

all of us feel it

and all of us want our view clear of you