Bad day

Bastards, the lot of them.
Not an ounce of compassion
between them.
I search desperately for
a glimmer of tenderness
in their blank glassy eyes
until I become weary.
I retreat back into my shell
only to encounter the same
empty space where humanity should be.
But today is a bad day.

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