Dough, a food, unleavened bread
Ray, a frequency of light
Me, the self, the id or ego
Far, a distance long in length
Sew, a thread joined by a needle
La, a french word that's feminine
Tea, a leaf steeped in hot water
And it brings us back to dough.

For every one good individual I find, there are ten ****** people.

Weak, scared, selfish, self-indulging, complacent pieces of filth that don't care. They beat the **** out of that one good person on a daily basis so they can keep the playing field level at six feet under, too selfish, too coddled to take care.

"Just let me ignore the problems."
"Can't I just be the victim?
"Let me be special."
"It's your fault, not mine."
"Always yes for me, always no for you."

If you all don't ******* care, how am I supposed to ******* care?
******* leeches. Where will you feed when the blood runs out?

I will not be my parents.


For every negative comment they exchange,
I will have something positive to say.
For every door that slams,
I will hold one open.

I will not let myself bring unhappiness to the table, then wonder why supper is so bitter.