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.