Humanity

I'm sick of people; sick of the way they lie to me, sick of the way they go about their strange ways. I'm sick of how they treat me; like I'm just some small doll there for show. I'm sick of people.
I'm sick of the way they morbidly lie to themselves and others, sick of the way they pretend they know everything when they don't. I'm sick of how they flaunt their talents around like those are something that they alone own. I'm sick of them and their dirty, filthy ways.
I am sick of people.
Sick of my own kind.

I'd like to think I'm one of those people where if I say 'I promise' I go through with whatever I promised to do. And if I know that I cannot accomplish what someone wants, then I do not say the words. I will not--it is against who I am. This is where I stand.
So you can imagine how upsetting it must be when someone promises me something and does not come about with their end. Of course, I'm not one to explode in someone's face, either--unless absolutely necessary. But when a promise is not kept, I feel as though I was not important or special enough to be remembered. That I was not someone's priority for a small time. Isn't that an offensive thought in itself? When someone says they will put time towards you and never does? It's almost worse than a slap in the face, is it not?
Now, what about those tacit promises? The ones that come along with friendship?
Those shouldn't be too difficult to keep, yet I see them broken all the time. Best friends come before new acquaintances. It's known fact--yes, fact. So when a friend gets distracted, how must the other feel...
How horrible it must be to walk the world alone for a time, all because your comrade is staring off into a light you once warned would come. You come to learn what the term 'hidden pain' really means.
I don't understand why we're so heartless as human beings. Our hearts wax colder each day, and no one even seems to mind.
Well, I mind. I care whether my heart dies along with all the others. I refuse to let it do so--I will struggle to keep it beating colors while everyone else only bleeds gray.
I can't stand these people that surround me every day. I can't stand the way they look at me, at other people. I can't stand the way that they talk.
But I can't live without them.