Satisfaction

Why is there such satisfaction
In this horrid attraction
For removing people
From my life?

Why don't I have the patience anymore
To simply wait and endure
Their fleeting bickering,
Their constant wondering?

Why don't I crave for more
Of their presence
And input of essence?
Why is it a bore?

I just don't care.
Don't even want a stare.
There's no bad blood or hate,
I just don't have more time to wait.

People that thought they knew
My life better than I
Act all surprised now that I threw
My knowing them up in the sky.

I grew tired of making compromises
And looking for disguises
That would meet their expectations.
Yet, they would bring accusations.

They knew nothing of me,
Nor did they really care to see.
There was no chance for acceptance,
Only means for a presence
Without an essence.

I am not that.
But I was kind.
Now, I call it flat
As I unwind

I need no more their presence.
I just want clearance
And their non-interference