It’s really funny that I’m the disturbed one
Alarmed by humanity’s inability to care about anything
But money
It’s funny that I’m disturbed when people are beating non-binary children to death
It’s funny that I’m disturbed
When all I want is a happy world for every living thing
So disturbing that I care about creatures with no voice
I’m starting to realise that I’m not the sick one
I’m crazy, it’s true
I am
But they?
There’s something wrong with them
Like the vast majority of humans have the same disorder
Laughing about a child’s death
No remorse for killing animals
Programming eh?
Yes my programs seem to have broken from their confines and now I see how vile humanity has become
Who knows if there is a recovery
I’m supposed to have faith in these stupid homicidal monkeys
I’m trying
I say through gritted teeth
They’re very very stupid
Destroying our own mother
And destroying every child of hers
It’s such a shame
They say as a majestic creature was mowed down
But is the human okay?
Self obsessed
If we truly are the universe waking up and seeing itself
We are but Narcissus in the garden staring at our own reflection enamored
And blind of the garden we walk through
We do anything to keep our gaze on ourselves
Desperate to put another human on the Holy Pedestal
Venerate and love them
Blind to whatever evil they do
I used to think
Thinking in terms of good and evil was silly
Naïve
But I’ve come back around to find that humans
Most humans
May very well be actually evil
After all, we created good and evil
And if I make the conscious decision to try to be good
That must mean they all make the conscious decisions to be evil
No more making excuses about innocence or stupidity
No more ignorance
They must know
If I know, then they must know
Once again we come back to me not being special
If I am as aware of my darkness
And consciously choose not to fall into it
Then, they must as well
Right?
I’m not special
Crazy as fuck
But I’m starting to see that it’s not me that’s disturbed
Elucidating Questions 
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