i fear life.
i fear death.
i fear suffering.
i fear commitment.
i fear suffocation.
i fear pain.
i even fear you.
perhaps you should punish me for the lives i've influenced, the death once again bestowed upon me, and the suffering i have forced onto others. please punish me for the commitments i've broken, the traps i've constructed, and the pains i've made you feel. punish, do not forgive.
i fear you will demolish my existance.
i am not worthy of this perfect love you have spoken of. it's been but a whisper in my ear; an idea you've planted in my head. it was a weak effort to save me from my mistakes. you cannot save me from myself.
my world has uprooted my beliefs. they have constructed me into a conformer. i've learned to blame you for the mistakes and the pains in my life.
fear for me; punish me. loath me; pity me.
hate me, please; i do not deserve you.
you've spent thousands of years attempting to save me from the pain i have assembled. your efforts were meek. your child is still lost.
i've been created into self destructing monster. your perfect love has not eliminated the fear. it has set a standard that i cannot keep up to. failure, after failure. i have not lived to your standards. i plant unrequited trusts into bonds that are almost as undeserving as i am. and then i blame you for their failures.
i am a hypocrite.
yours until the pigs fly,
alessondra marie
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