Venting at the World

Our bodies entangled with uncommon similarities
And you wonder why we cannot move
A stale bloody stain crawls from my eyes
Now you move but somehow I cannot
My life is confined to a miserable hellish palace
It is a battlefield of intelligence
To which I fail miserably
Dramatic impulses running wild
Drives me out of sanity
I live in a selfish world of hate
I'm getting worn out every day
Same old same old everything
"Save your crap for someone who cares"
Is all I hear, even if they don't say it
I am alone
And how would you feel
With a mark of pain upon your body
And everyone fails to notice
Which they will of course
Stupidly with their eyes closed
Wonder why they see darkness
I laugh at their immaturity
I am alone... Thank God!

What do you have to say for yourself?