Lost My Grip

I feel like a lie.

A fraud.

People see me as a somewhat screwed up but generally good person.

I even get called "cute" and "sweet" a lot.

I've spent most of my life playing the part of the "good girl", the dutiful daughter, the dependable friend.

If they only knew. But then again, I guess some will know now.

I am all that is selfish and negative in the world.

I am hatred.

I am constant rage.

I am the person who never forgets and never forgives.

I am the person who never lets go.

It's all there, constantly boiling under the surface.

That's the brutal truth.

Everything else is just a facade.