i am destruction.
wreaking havoc with every unintentional move.
they don't accept my ways,
and my apology becomes their anger.
i am war.
i was never intentional,
just helplessly thrown into others' unhappy emotions.
i am affliction.
all i know is how to hurt.
both ways does that count
I am desolation.
no one wants to be around me.
they stay with their happy, with their deceiving,
not knowing that they're types of evil too.
just less honest.
i am crying.
but the only thing my tears will ever bring is more -
apr. 17, 2009