American Rot

by Michael Bradley Lamont

October 26, 2020

I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live.

That they’re sins.

That they will only rot my heart and soul.

I can’t be made to care, though.

They’re all I’ve got left.

I envy those i yearn for,

Those unfortunate enough to catch my wretched eye.

I hate them.

And I hate myself for it.

How dare I want?

How dare they be wanted?

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Adventure_catAug 16, 2024

<p>I feel understood enough to say I thank you for allowing this side of me to feel heard and understood. The side we all have but rarely talk about. </p>