It consumed me.
I had no control over my hands.
No control over my decisions.
It swallowed me.
I was a different person.
Someone who just acted.
Without a single thought.
I was a hateful, scary person.
My hands were itching.
And then they ascended.
Making me do something that felt good at first.
I was twitching.
I slapped him.
I slapped my baby brother right across the face.
His smooth, chubby cheeks.
Imprinted by my rough hands.
I was elated for a moment or two.
Then I came down from the high.
The adrenaline felt good.
But now it had faded.
And now I'm guilty.
Embarrased.
Ashamed.
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PoetryPoems and thoughts that come across my mind. This book comprises some messed up thoughts. My good side and the worst side. Mostly the latter. So dont judge just read.
