A Thing I Don't Believe

How are we so bad
To each other?
Why are we so mean
Even when we intend
To be good?
I don’t know.
Do you?
I am so sad,
So sad 
For how the world has gone.
So sad,
So miserably wretched
To spite my knowing better.
And where is there a place 
For one like me,
One who can’t go on pretending
That I don’t see,
One who’s worn out to striving,
One who cannot shop anymore
At the five and dime
Of wretched things.
Done.
I’m done.
Gone.
I’m gone.
Good bye.
I love you so!
Remember me in better things,
Or worse.
It’s not ‘all the same’ to me,
But it will be 
What it will be.
Forgive me
That I cannot dine
Upon the things
That you call delicacies.
I’m broken to your aspirations.
They do not entice me anymore.
And for that I know
That I am a betrayer of your dreams.
But what am I to do?
I cannot go on confessing
A thing I don’t believe.