From the bottom of my heart

Diary Entry #2

Is this life mine, if at all?
You are Hitler. You stand between
Me and everything I ever desired,
needed. Would you like my identity as well?
Here, take it. It wasn't mine to keep, anyway.
I do not know what is wrong with you;
so hungry for power it consumes even you.
Life, the word itself doesn't contain enough of it-
vague, still and maybe even stale. Maybe
That's why it's yours to keep.
Keep it, keep it.