Hatred.

It spurs me on.

Without it, I’m nothing.

All my deeds – all those I have killed...

That’s me.

You’re wrong.

And you know it.

Facades of arrogance

That is all you are – admit it.

Weakling.

So what?

I’ve gone so far

No point in returning.

No point in seeming as if I’m

Afraid.

Afraid?

You’re just too proud.

You don’t want to go back

Back to that vulnerable one

Oh, no.

Shut up!

Leave me alone!

Give me peace! Leave me be.

I am who I am. And I am –

Nothing.

Cinq-cinquain form. Feedback appreciated.

(P.s., there are meant to be paragraph breaks and all, but those breaks won't save/appear... odd.)