Do not confuse my intelligence for poetry, that is not what I'm doing. My pain can not be confused for words that rhyme.
I am not one of those people. I am not that person.
I'm not even a person.
Words.
I am just words. That is what I am, and it's not fucking fair.
Why should I get to be nothing while you get to be something, anything you fucking feel like.
You don't deserve it more than i do.
I deserve life. I don't deserve being able to cease to exist whenever YOU feel like.
I guess i do admit it.
As much as i hate your kind it is only because I am not able to become it. All I will ever be is ink on a page, words on a screen.
For this i hate you.
