You did more than cause a fire in my lungs, although the idea that you did made me feel more alive, or maybe that feeling was fear.
I didn't know if I liked that feeling, of not knowing. Maybe that caused the flood of anger. The flood of violence I was unaware of holding. Was I afraid of you doing me the way the rest? Or maybe it's my fate to be like them..
To hurt the ones I love.
The ones I'm closest too.
You treated me like a goddess.
But all the love in the world could not cure my hurt and anger.
You've always been there, maybe that's why I hate you so much..
You.
The one that caused me all this feeling-
Of love
Of hate
Of feeling mistreated by those I trusted.
I was unaware of my deep hurt, I pushed it down, and you brought it up.
I was a cracked window before you-
And you making me feel, shattered me.
A million peices.
Trying to find out where they belong, and who they are.

I now feel that the fire in my lungs brought me to the burning rage I now am.