the business of other people

i watch the paper burn down around it's knees. "turkish." a cigarette burn in the darkness. why do people busy themselves with the afairs of my being? what does my life mean to yours? if you don't know me, leave me alone. i don't understand malice. i don't get how people can be so reckless. i don't want to know you if you're going to hurt me. and it isn't fair to hurt someone out of indifference or ignorance. how is my suffering anything to entertain yourself with? it's days like today that make me lose faith in the human race. so precious few of us are truly good at heart. and those of you who are, and you know who you are.... god bless you. thank you.