• i think i made friends with a troll today.

    we were both in the GD
    talking
    and he was so nice to me.
    it was too easy to open up
    break stride
    and let him in.
    he said he knew how i felt.
    i believed him.

    my friends say he's a troll.
    i don't get why;
    he's too nice to be.
    they must be jealous.
    they argue and say his posts
    are horrible.
    he is a troll they say
    (burn him! burn him!)
    i scowl
    and they tell me to look
    at the Big Picture.

    i try to.
    i look around the GD
    see all the hate
    and love
    and misunderstanding
    and i wonder how they think he could be a troll.

    today was a bad day for me in the GD.
    i posted a question
    (it was legitimate!)
    and i got five flames
    and seven insults
    and three people who put me on their ignore lists.

    he was there for me.
    he said they don't understand us;
    we're too complex for them.
    they just don't understand
    that we're trying to be true to ourselves.

    they call us trolls.

    i post with him now.
    he makes
    more sense
    than anyone else.
    i think i love him.
    he blushes when i say that
    and makes posts in my name.

    they call us trolls.

    i don't care anymore.

    they can keep their rage
    their anger
    and shove it all somewhere else.
    we're in love
    and no one can tell us how
    to live our lives.

    because we're trolls
    and we try to be true to ourselves
    and maybe stave off the emptiness
    one post at a time.