I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

I am what I feel and think and do.