The darkness of man is scary.
Hatred moves in slowly and finds
a way to take control. I hear it mock my weakness
Tell me how silly I am. How can I refuse the power of darkness? My mind
My brain hurts. I cry out of despair; what is this feeling? A bitterness,
Beckoning me to follow. Shallow myself in anger, fury. I want to defend myself, not
trample over my pride and lay silent. The thought of allowing him to believe
I accept and believe, I am wrong, APPALLS ME.
I want him to pay. I want him to feel crushed and defeated. Spoken to as if he is a child. I
want to make him cry, as I cried. Bitter and painful. Lost and in despair.
Hatred. This is hatred and it scares me. This is not me. This is darkness.