Fragments

I am running away in fear of history repeating itself. Always fleeing, and always in fear. I run away from my own hatred, because it scares me to death. It feels like there are so deep opposites inside me, I don't even know who I really am. Am I the one who loves endlessly- or the one who has to hold herself from murderous acts? I am thorned, I am dying all the time in furious poison of loneliness and dreams abandoned, I can't pretend I don't care anymore.