A book title,
A thing without reason,
A word,
An adjective,
An emotion,
A reaction,
A cuss,
An unstoppable thing,
And a thing with awful consequences.
The minds creation!
Dialated pupils? Jealousy? And self-deprecation? We are the reason for hate. Us! We give in too easily and lose the will to care about the oncoming destruction. All we do is hate ourselves for what other people are, or have that we don't, and we're not. Stereotyping is the music to the way people assume they should be and hate is the classical kind; waiting to actually become erratic and heard and break us forever.
The quietness is ruining us and all we're doing is leaving it to cause the ruin. The loudness is the thing we should live for because it distracts us from the hate that we easily embrace.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoesieThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
