Hate me, for i am a good man
Detest me, for i bear no hatred,
Break me, for my views are private
Divest all, for i earn my own bread
I am the enemy, for i live by myself
i am the outcast, with no point of view
Kill me, for this thing, this giant fallacy,
To you, seems too good to be true.
For I am the man who’s still alone,
in crowds, groups, with friends and foes,
and I am the man whose voice is feeble,
lost in the waves and endless throes.