Hatred this is something I just thought of for the freewrite today at camp, I wanted to do love since it was easier to do it for my story. This can to me and I like it very much
Blah, blah, blah. I don’t care a crap of what you say. Each word that comes out of your mouth is like hell, and I hate your voice. You talk to me, I nod at you. You think I agree but the only thought in my head is, SHUT UP. This is anger? No this is hatred. I feel it and my body is filled with it. I scratch myself, only to do something, something other than listening to you talk on and on about what you think is right. What you think is the truth. I say, stop, you heard it. Taken back you are but you quickly yell at me and slap me with words saying how I’m bad. No, I’m not. I never was, until I let my feelings out about you. BAD GIRL
Baby Snow Leopard · Tue Jul 15, 2008 @ 02:31am · 0 Comments |