4:11am

I ripped the pages off of my diary

I could not afford to keep alive the risk of you knowing my true thoughts.

My anger must die within me,with me.

An ounce of it must never reach your pure and sacred conscience

You are a selfless mystic trapped in this unfulfilling heinous life 

I am an ungrateful child,never content,full of contempt and overflowing with condemnation for every word spilling out of your mouth 

You must never engage with a wretched soul like me,I am too delusional,too dirty.

To be looked from afar and weaved a smile,that's all I am worth for being alive .