anger. such a powerful emotion. its almost like a terrible curse that metamorphorse you into the ugliest creature you can ever be. you will open doors for the devil. you’ll want spew out the most hateful words, you’ll desire to inflict pain on the one that hurt you in the first place, and if you see her writhing in discomfort or any form of misfortune, you expect to feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. serve you right, fucking bitch.
in this sordid revolting picture, i have discovered a most beneficial quality of anger. anger unearths your true pains. Pains that have been inflicted on you that you have been persistently trying to hide and forget. anger discloses my true feelings, my true thoughts. anger exposes my real opinions. anger shatters my glass wall of denial. anger is one helluva bucket of cold water splashing onto my face, cleansing myself from the dirty fake masquerade. purifying me from my pathetic pretension, that ‘i-am-ok-with-that’. fuck.
fuck you. you conceited bitch. i blamed the conditioning of your life, the variables and conditions that exist. that inevitably influence on the way you turn out. now ive seen with clearer heart, that its not your life. its your heart, soul. your black selfish, insensitive heart that refuses to feel and respect anybody else but your damn self. you only allow space for your own needs, your desires, your obsessions. guilt, for you is nothing but an idealogy that you create, to feign compassion. you construct your deceit through a play of words, wax lyricals of your empathy, when there were none. you lied. no matter how literature can save your image, paint you into a sensitive reflective soul, your actions exposes the heartless bitch that you are.
i shall be beguiled by you no further.
i hate you.
[confessed, but not reformed]
