If I just vanished
Into air
No one would blink
Or breathe a little less steady
Or even ask
Where I went.

That day in Charleston -
There was the perfect blend of chaos.
A weapon, a killer, a band of unknowing innocent victims, and years of carefully-executed brainwashing.

Sometimes when I hate myself,
It's not really me that I hate.
It's the people who hurt me
Long, long ago.

I would do anything to protect you
Even if it meant stripping another human being down
Down to their bones, to see what's underneath it all
What they may be hiding from you.

She's a little weird,
Counting all her fears
Before she steps outside
Into the light
For everyone to see
And quickly scrutinize.

This is the only way I have to fight back.
Words on a page.
A voice that resonates.
It's not much,
But it will have to do for now.

This isn't passion anymore; it's violence.
It's self-gratification.
I can feel it, because I feel nothing towards you
And you feel nothing towards me.
Simply a means to an end.
Is that really what I am?