Alone With Misanthropy

The ashes in my hands
Are what you've told today.
The frankness is in what you
Will deny me tomorrow.

Indifference - here's the most refined
Gift to my enemies.
But I'll present it later,
When I suppress my fury.
And shall leave you alone
With your misanthropy.

We treated each other
With blame for breakfast,
Smile for dinner
And treachery for supper.
Why is it considered a weakness
To stand beyond this framework?

Each of them wants
To be strong in his weakness.
And they think
They can see through me,
But actually they are blind from birth.

They wish only to devour each other,
To drown the weaker,
To rise the most above.
Stay alone with your misanthropy