Responsibility to Revenge

Within the darkest shadows of my mind I hide the lovely child I once was.How time twists the soul, ensnares the senses, betrays the heart and perverts the mind.Those who are grown in hatred and violence will fear and hate their creators. We are "fu**** worthless," or so they tell us.

The youth of this generation are abandoned,growing to not understand love, only humiliation and distrust from our superiors. It's sad when one stops and looks at all the anguish and depression a child can hold at such a young age.

Responsibility. We are entrusted with the responsibility of the adults and are taken from what we enjoy.

Regret. The word that is always on their minds, but it isn't enough anymore, no more lies to cover our sanity. One's aggression and discomfort should not be the reason to tear another down. And so we turn to soldiers ready to fight and fall.

Blood. We do not fear to shed our own but the innocent never leave.

Resentment. We hate and resent anyone who has done us wrong, for it was not our choice to exist.

Revenge. To become better than them, and leave our superiors to wither and rot, in the shadows of our conscience.