An advancement of the rant

It has also been brought back to my attention a sobering fact
That I
In some tears
Confess that
I don't have any freinds among humans
Now why is it when I used people
When I mistreated lied to and manipulated
When Is no less abused people
All people around me as
Subservant tools
When I did what I want with them
For my own wicked joy
They liked it
They crawled back
Many came back
For more yes more
As if they bloody liked it
Now when I clean up
When God turns me
When I strive
When I stand for something
When I stop mistreating them
And try to be as a rock
When I love and care for them
When I show them light
They hate it they hate me
I'm not soft anymore
I don't slither around and twist things
I stopped trying to be smoooth
I just tried to throw some meaning into my life
People hate me
When I replaced the preaching of sex
With the preaching of God
They hate it
Now I am aware I am an ass
That I have always come off poorly
But that level of shift
It's dramatic
And all the while I don't have a freinds
It's a strangely painful experience
Rather odd really such a small thing can lead to great tears
If I was a selfish and had money
I'd build a house far away
In land I bought far away
Where animals are
And sky and rocks and grass and trees
Just a lot of nice green stuff
And live there alone
People are far to painful
I'm not blaming it on everyone else
But there are many things I like about myself
It's just the things I don't see so well get in the way
It'd be better to be far away with God
I know he says it is not good for man to be alone
But I'm sure it's better than here
All sorts of prople
And no freinds
Funny it means so much to me