The people I’ve encountered along my life’s path have groomed me into the person I am today. Some tend to call me, and I quote, “anti-social.” I am not “anti-social,” I’m anti-bullshit. Cold-hearted, but lovely, just the same. I’m not as emotional as some would like me to be. Some days are better than others. Many come and go, plenty unnoticed.
My past haunts my present. My bubbly personality and nurturing demeanor is a mask that hides abuse, both physical and mental. I’m not perfect, nor do I confess to being. I got issues like everybody else.
No straight jacket can comfort me. No painkiller can ease my pain. I can’t undo what I’ve done, and I can’t un-see what I’ve seen or un-hear the screams of that night. Pieces of me are scattered abroad, and there is no return. My soul is asleep, and I’m at a loss in my mind, where smiles are frowns turned upside down, where my laughter becomes screams. Where roses are black, and the kiss of death is real.

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