I Know...

I don't know why, I just did. My patience was slowly slipping out of my controlling grasp. Once more, and I snapped. I''m not sure whether I wanted to do it or not, but i did know that it was bad. 

I can't say I'm perfect, no one is. But I do know, that I have a long ways to go to get closer to it. My emotions get the best of me. I hardly feel happiness Mostly anger, sadness annoyance, frustration. 

I don't have a happy life. I may enjoy doing some things, but that doesn't mean that I'm happy. I don't think I can be. My life has been nothing so far, and I'm starting to think that I'm not allowed to have happiness. And, I know I don't deserve it. Some say that I'm an angel, a saint. But I know that I'm not. For I am a demon. The devil's puppet.

Friday, August 6th, 2010. 10:13 pm.

Author's Note

Something I wrote when I almost injured my little brother. Not really a poem, just my thoughts.

Reviews

[Regret Almia Fair]

your thoughts are very poetic even though its dark and not my type of writing. i do like this peice very much