The feeling returned.
I felt unwanted.
It was dumb of me to trigger it by trying to help the same guy that disrespects me and says I’m unworthy.
The help that triggered him to say,”what are you doing? I don’t want this shit, get out of here! Don’t touch my stuff, stop trying to make me have an accident.”
The same words that drop the weight onto my purpose of living.
I was trying to help, but always, they always think I’m trying to make them have an accident.
Why are people afraid of me?
Why don’t people trust me?
What have I ever done wrong to them?
They always think I’m the evil one and gather in their circles to push me away.
It almost makes me want to slaughter them just because they so strongly believe me to be evil…
It’s as if, because they keep believing I’m evil, that I want to become evil and show them how right they are for supporting such an ill vision of their fears.
I guess I can’t help being a living embodiment of people’s fears…
People hate fear
People hate me
Cause I am FEAR