Okay.

It's not like I read and never got scared.

I acted like I never really care, because who could really care?

Make a ten-year old stare at lifetime of suffering.

**** that guilt.

I'll stuff them in the ignorant ring,

of scared human beings having to look at the future of their suffering.

Instead I'd read, and rather bring enjoyment.

Either that or I have to act like I don't feel.

Either that or I have to steal a bit of my hearty healthy soul

and make it into to fuel.

To use up all my energy.

To pour my life into a bowl that will blow,

BLOW UP, and ****.

Just so I can feel strong in the face of those that will never be.