There's a rage so potent within me that just fades and goes somewhere else.
I wonder what happens to it.
I can be in the most bitter state, yet I never hold a grudge...
I just forget.
I mean, I remember, but the tension reforms into fear.
Sometimes I'll stop in my tracks, and I'll smile as wide as I can, and my eyes would shift from stoic to...
a glare.

I've had thoughts of wrath, malice, and pure chaos...an act against my character.

I wonder what demon this is attempting to change my sanity.
What's attempting to paint me into something scary?
As I've gotten older, my memory has become younger.
It's gotten harder to remember things, yet I remember things from the distant past...
I wonder how that comes to be...

I'm being possessed by something truly scary...
But no one can see me.
And when they see me...
They avoid me.
There's nothing wrong with me.
I've held on to friends...
But one thing that is true, they all end up leaving.
It's not because of me.
I don't know what this is...
But I can see patterns...
And that's how this demon wins.