I used to be a good person. I don’t recognise that person anymore. Somewhere along the way between now and then I changed. But then again you (i.e. the world) wanted me to change. I could live with myself then. Now I have so much anger and venom that my only release is to infect everyone with my poison. But then again the world forced me to change, so it should pay the price.
I don’t want to be poetic or sound melancholy. There is crudeness in me tonight. Because even if I struggle with every fibre of me not to succumb to my birthright, you in your awareness of who I am makes the struggle futile. I hate you for seeing the social strata in which we live in so vividly and with no allowance made for compassion and sincerity. Who made you the judge of me and who I am?
I’m not interested in rehabilitation. My graph life is fast sinking downwards like the last banking crisis. But please don’t take any credit in it. I just have a lot of hate in me now. You wouldn’t understand, all you see are the pretty things. Things I allow you to see. Because you see, you lost the right in diving any deeper than the surface. Happy speculating.
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