Bookworm's Heart (#3 HL:A)

Enraged

You took every bit of kindness and empathy that was left in me.

You did a great job of reaching my level of intensity.

My fury is like embers of a fire so red,

my head is spinning, my journey to dread.

My efforts discarded, I was only wounded.

Pointing fingers at me for the crimes they committed.

The scar is so fresh and it unceasingly burns!

I'm so dumbfounded by how my efforts were thrown.