Normally a calm go with it kinda gal, my patience has been tested. The Gods are both cruel and loving, but here they are both. Although cryptic ill try my best to exsplaine but not give away.

My anger is like a run away train on fire. Once started, prevention must be swift and precise, otherwise, who can really stop an out of control speeding train?

I am the queen of duality, ne one who knows me well knows this. The same ppl who know me as the "activist" and bunny girl, LOL, also know me as blind adrenalin fueled bitch. Its rare, but it happends.

Im close, hence, the sickness breathes.

Worse than any fear i have, i fear my own anger the worst, and for a while now, its slept. But with a shreaking scream from all around me that once was stable and solid, its sits up from its slumber, rubs its eyes and says, "whos next".

Behind a lil frame, cute antics and perty eyes, lies a monster better known as "micky". He takes care of his own back yard and makes the snakes known. Hes back from vacation i guess ud say, lol.

Still hearing the snakes slithering around he waits ever so patiently to scratch his way to the surface and have some fun. Here is where the fear comes into play.

Ima person who always says, pain makes us who we are, and scars are reminders of when to duck. Most ppl automaticly try to see the good in others, unfortunatly, i see the bad up front like infra red.

I have a mental shit list with a name ive just added. I always make good wether it be weeks or in one case years, i always make good and always in darkness. If you could look inside my head ud do 1 of 2 things, smack me and demand i be put outta my misery, LOL, or turn the other way and forget i exsist. Secrets and scenes untold read like the chapters of my brain.

Someone once told me the reason i hate daylight is because in light ppl will see the monster that hides. I laffed of course, like huh? wut the fuck!? Isnt it true, theres truth in humor.

Its scary to think i can love so intensly, but hate just the same. My emotions are extremes, set on a scale of un dying loyalty and blood spitting hate. Forgiveness on the other hand for me, is about the same as mercy, forced and rashoned.

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