Twisted sharp and deadly, images run through my mind. Hopes of love die as fast as birds fly at the sign of some one approching them. All that matters is that for once I live for myself. I killed off the old version of me to make way for the one that people see now. I am no longer as innocent as people think or believe me to be. It makes me laugh when others look at me and think that I am week and easy to harm. Woe to the person that insits the anger that I keep barried deep with in. Constantly I am yelled at nore so for bottling up my emotions, when I should just let them pour. I wish I could, but I must keep them locked up for the safety of others.
