I feel the disappointment of others,
Their hatred pouring down upon me,
Like a poisonous rainfall of lethargy,
Soaked in crimson, soul dissolving like a tablet.
Their shame is outwardly cold and unresponsive,
But inwardly screaming, shrieking, demonic rage.
They hate me, want to kill me.
I can't slip the noose their silent anger is strangling me in.
The shreds of paper lighting a warmthless fire,
Here, my pride and joy burns in cold ashes.
If you kill the one thing you give a damn about,
Maybe you can eventually give up.