Selfish

I've never been in love--
I thought I was--
It was only self deceit.

I never cared for anyone,
I just told myself
I could enjoy some happiness.

To ignore pain,
I'm selfish like a baby,
And lie to every one.

I really only love
Myself, truly, unconditionally
I don't care for anyone else.

Its fine, I don't even care
And don't feel bad
About only loving myself.

How can I waste time with people
When they let you down each day?
I don't understand their ways.

Dostoevsky must be right
You can't love a neighbor close
But only from a far.

Why comb your hair?
Or stand up straight?
I don't care who sees me.

Who do I answer to in the end
When I'm laying in a casket?
The man in the mirror knows.

No, I've never been in love
That's crap-- I always knew
It was a made up concept.

We think up anything we can
To make life bearable
But in the end its not.

Feeble attempts to quench misery
Are always fun, it seems
Only then you feel alive.

Dying is so much fun though
Why try to live?
Breathing is for fools.

Overrated life is slavery
For wages or for none
Its all really a servitude.

Even happiness is nothing
But another crutch
That enslaves the mind stiff.

I'm selfish out of love for me
That makes me want to climb
To mountain tops alone.

You can't reach the end
Unless its on your own
Holding hands is weak.

I must be strong for me
Only for myself
Its just my own struggle.

Whats the point of rambling more?
I've said enough, I feel.
Love is nothing and that is real.