This is me, when bile like a river flows through my veins instead of blood because people, like thrown to a dog bone, throw their kindness, their friendship, their attention to me. You chew a bone but you won't bite something that will feed you.
This is me, when my mind goes crazy, pulls the sword out of its scabbard, longs for blood because people have broken the truce again.
This is me, when I feel anger and hatred because people have let down on me the demons of their arrogance, superciliousness, conceit.
This is me, when I ask people: Do you think that you are stronger than my strength? Do you think that you are wiser than my wisdom? Do you think that you are more beautiful than my feelings?
This is me. Perfect. Fire, water, wind, storm, silence, Universe.
This is me, the one they can't beat.
