my life is a nightmare

This is an ugly place,
a hateful place,
a miserable place,
a stupid city that is not a city,
a horrible country.


There is nothing good here.


And, yet, people talk to me.
They smile as though nothing has happened,
as though all this ugliness and stupidity were normal,
or as if they do not see it.


They must be trying to drive me mad.
How can they not see?
Why do they pretend?
How can I talk to people who are so blind?
Are they alive at all?


Every day it is the same bad dream,
the same nightmare.


Unbearable and unimaginable.
Cruel.