I am disgusted, disgusting I should say. Does it ever stop? Do I ever want to stop it?
All I am is a storm of pain, lies, betrayal. A hurricane of hurt, I have brought to those who love me, those who have loved me and those who I have claimed to love.
Anger towards authority, you birthed into me, baptizing me with your hands in the waters of your alcoholism.
Proactive to a fault, I tend to disagree with passive authority. Lack of action by those in power, lack of a moral back bone, lack of selflessness over selfishness lead to a growth of how to preserve ones self over…