Alienated Again

Alienated again,
Rendered an alien in my own land,
Felt the presence of Satan’s weathered hands,
And searching for a place to make my last stand.
Channel the abuse,
Into whatever given use,
Friendship is a ruse,
People are not obtuse.
Companionship a scam,
Relationships a sham,
And as always I do what I can.
Coping with the pressure
It is difficult to measure,
Repress and success,
Do both at your leisure.
People are not sympathetic
When you are at your most pathetic,
And you are surrounded by hostile sycophants.
Everyone pleases everyone else,
I am the exception to the rule,
When everyone else sells out,
And everyone else fishes in the same pool.
Self serving fishes fighting over the food,
There is no doubt that their ways are quite crude.
The fishbowl isn’t big enough for the mass of us,
And my relationships are all a failure, this is a bust,
They are all old enough to have grown stale, and are covered in a grey rust.

Great imagery!