Take the fault

So you think so low of yourself that you need to tell me all your sins? You hope or secretly desire that I loathe you for your past and all bad things we call mistakes? So let me show you that I don't and it ain't your privilege - I just don't waste energy in judging other people's lives. You see your shadow and it's darkness suits you. You feel you deserve pain. I am sorry but I can't ever agree with you on this matter. When I look at me, anger is just being built beneath apathy and sad eyes. I own the same self-oriented loathing, and I watched silent as it was built. Now I know that's what those phrases were teaching me all the time: you are worthless and not deserving even of all the bad things that came your way. You still do think that way, right? That somehow you got lucky to have that waste of time in your life... Wish I knew how to bring an end to this poisonous voice that crawls within my mind. At least, being aware of it, I may hear it from a nearly powerless spot inside me. And hopefully someday I can learn to share the trick. {Meanwhile I crave for silence and solitude, and curse the world for humanity's existence}