The warmth of my cold hands

I always knew human nature; I didn't want to be associated with these putrid beings. They may be playing with dolls now, but eventually they will end up playing with humans and watching others. I don't need nor want these people, I have myself and that's all that I need in this cruel world. No one will stand beside me unless it's empty space. Nothing will ever be able to harm me, and certainly nothing will make me drop down my sword. I can already envision their cruel laughter, it's all disgusting. I'm already prepared, it may be too early for me, yet I still understand the horrors of this world made by the very same creatures who deem to make it better. You're all filthy, your hands are filthy.

Dolls have become long abandoned. My heart is full of regrets, I've become open to others, and it's too far away to grab my sword. I've let them trample over me without any thoughts roaming inside their mind, all because I never learned how to communicate. Why did I turn out to be so fragile? I listen to their banters, it's all about criticizing others as I've predicted when I didn't even understand what an atom was. But now I've come to listen to it, I never found joy in those conversations, but if I don't have them, then who will be beside me? I may have cried because of them; however, I can still view the good in them. They must have good; no human truly is evil. I'll just wait. Maybe they'll show their kindness towards me. As long as I'm patient.