I question
my exisitence
on a daily basis,
yet I still don't
know my
purpose for
walking such a
hateful planet.
-o.b.

We **** ourselves everyday,
the way we let the light blind our vision,
the way we let the smoke feast on our lungs,
the way we let the impurity multiply inside our mind,
the way we let the desire dominate our body,
the way we let the eagerness control our ***** and vaginas,
the way we let that someone **** us,
the way we let that someone be ****** by us,
the way we let people see that someone be ****** by us,
the way we let ourselves be murderers and just **** and **** and ****.

I swear I'm on to you;
your subtle way of flirting with every single thing you do.

I'm not into it.

And maybe you're just sick -
infected with an early development problem that's grown into a nasty habit.

Whatever the case may be,
it's become a source of contention.
Lately, I've been thinking -
you're just some ***** who craves attention.

Horror binds my body in place
I'm struck by the height of your ignorance
Facing the hateful comments from a race
That uses religion as it's weapon.

Help me cleanse myself of this
Of evil thoughts of destroying them too
For I will not take their place.
I wont become you.

I wont spend sleepless nights
venting my frustrations on the innocent
Poisoning my ideals and my future
With fools who have no aspiration

i wont bow down to your demands
And i wont speak to you either
For your brain doesn't have the capacity
to understand this: society is evil.

Keep my body as an example
Of a girl who dared to try,
Who stood up for true morals,
And fought for what was right.

Maybe dad is right
Toxicity
It seems to be my enemy
And on a scale of healthy
I am not sure
Where this would be

You hurt me
But its okay
You're my best friend
The person I care about
More than anyone
That matters right?

I just want
For you
To be happy
And not hateful
Yet you insist
On being a ****

I am very good at lying to people and choosing when to look guilty
I am good at faking things
I am good at pushing people away
I am good at terrifying people
I am good at over thinking
I am good at making people feel guilty
I am good at staring people down until they feel like their soul is crumbling
I am good at hating people
I am good at holding grudges

I wish you would leave me alone.
I don't want your company
Nor
Do I want to hear your voice.
You sicken me.
It's not like I have a choice
To have you stalk me as if I were your prey.
No matter how much I push you away.
You always seem to stay.
Please. Leave me be.
Can't you see? You're unwanted.
Filthy mutt.
Leave me be.