Another Saturday

The world seems out to get me.
Can't blame it, though.
Too good looking, I tell myself. Too potent....if that makes sense.
If it doesn't, then it's like everything else in the world: unimaginable.
I don't understand a lot of things. And I can't blame myself for that. Too uneducated.
Or at least that's what they tell me.
I say I'm beyond them. And maybe I'm not. But I like to think that way.
I don't like being treated like scum, and that's why I am me. And they'll continue to be them.