I hate emotion.
It’s poison,
it’s weakness,
it’s pain.
I hate feeling.
it’s destruction,
it’s obliteration,
it’s damaging.
I hate sentiment.
It’s vulnerability,
it’s tears,
it’s pathetic.
But I can’t keep them away.
I love stoicism.
It’s strength,
it’s armor,
it’s walls.
I love privacy.
It’s respect,
it’s secure,
it’s safe.
I love silence.
It’s clear,
it’s impenetrable,
it’s threatening.
But I can’t keep them up.