Maybe Miscreant Poem by Paula Lubbe

My mind seems to be decomposing
My eyes, they see the truth
My heart seems to be loathing
The very thought of you

It seems I am alone in here
Unaided with a billion drones
No one to feel or see or care
It’s like they’re made of stone

If you weren’t so vengeful,
So cruel, so cold
I don’t think you would exist

If I wasn’t so thwarted
So broken, so alone
I’d think there was something amiss

So think what you want
Tell all your lies
I won’t care, I can’t
For it will lead o my demise