Burning on the inside... a normal trait of mine. It burns fiercely for many reasons.
I am terrified. I am mean and unnatural. Uncontrolled.
Mine is a shattered faith. A torn truth. A remnant of once was.
I am undone. Wrong forever. Passed over.
I am something terrible. Foolishly thinking I can mask over my fakeness.
I fool no one.
I am an enemy unto myself. Hiding away inside but bursting apart.
I am altogether heartbrokenn and self destructive.
I am useless. Completely disposable. Marked and recognizeable only by the garbage that is within me.
My wondering eyes. My murderous heart... a betrayer unto myself
I have had my moments of exposure towards both the northern and southern realms. I have been both victim and tyrant... ruthless in every extreme.
I am torn apart.
I have gathered my edges and pulled hard... renting the fabric of my being in twain.