My crucifixion, its that horrible time of season again.

Your curse words catch me off guard. The insults

strike me with much force as a sword. You attack

me for everything that I lack in my life. You hate

me for no apparent good reason. Delicate, my

heart bleeds crimson in your presence. One

question weighing heavily on my mind is

"why me?". How did I committ treason

against you? The pressure is getting

to me, I might cry or blow up like

a volcano. I did nothing wrong to

you in the first place. It is not my

fault that you are miserable. Silent,

I walk away from you before karma

can see the light of day.