I feel voilence around me. I can see darkness. Not shadows, but hatred and lust and desire and lies and everything wrong with everything. And I want to give in to the evils around me. I want to be the fear of others, cruel merciless and torturous. But the other half of me wants to be cute and shy and feminine and easily dominated, and treated like a pet.

Sometimes I can’t tell what’s winning, and other times I can’t tell one from the other as the need to act happy and bubbly is brought through my need of hatred and scorn.

I want to be the embodiment of hatred, but I want to be endowed onto another as property and inhumanity.

My soul is scratching at its-self to win the war of conscience… But what’s the true conscience and what’s the false shepherd of my mind…?