World

Oh world!
Why do I love you?
You’re too sweet in horribleness.
Your dirt smells like perfume.
I get nervous knowing it all.
Knowing your inside jokes.
You play daily.
I come to the end.
Of the dirty, dirty road.
Realizing nobody knows me.
I spit on their faces.
With disgust.
As they babble on with their useless stories.
Stories of how they know.
What it all means.
How pain is a word in the dictionary.

Great! Very much said in rather short story.

Thank you!