this place

This place makes me despise myself.
These people are beautiful.
I can’t stand these people.
They are so kind.
They are hideous shells.
I am among the gods as one.
This place makes me a believer.
These people drain me of hope.
They are radiant.
This place is not meant for me.
I long for even a taste of them.
This place is mine.
I belong to them wholly.
I can’t bear the weight of belief here.
These people offer me a violent death.
I can’t stop listening to them.
How are they here?
I have never found a better place.
This place is a new chance of life.
How am I here?
They are despicably predictable.
I am blind to their sensibility.
How could we be anywhere else?
This place is mine.
This place is ours.