Misanthropy

I only feel so misanthropic when I've let myself become myopic.

 Misanthrope, like a lycanthrope infects with it's bite because misery loves company.

  It is a mindset, absalom asked "who are you?", you get to choose y'know.

 Missing hope, but like a dope I look where it's not / missing hope, misanthrope, myope 

Like a "pig-pen" of negativity, carrying that cloud around with me. 

 

Then I found hope, in my heart where it has always thrived and bloomed so fragrant in the light of truth all along.

To myself (& anyone else who finds this entertaining or useful): Don't let the views of others skew your take on life. Find it for yourself and be the source of light in this world; radiate from within.