October Twenty Third

I am a kind person.

You can ask anyone.

But don’t be fooled.

I have wounded others.

I have taken happiness from the weak

I have called someone a name.

I have called someone an awful name.

I have called someone an awful name and didn’t give a fuck about it.

I was vulgar.

I was hostile to the ones that loved me.

I was insignificant and I knew that.

No one admired me.

I did not ask how your day was.

I didn’t care.

I’m not her anymore.

Never again.