therapy

Warm with anger. Toes tingling trapped in shoes. To run through the sand. Bare feet on the beach. That is what calms the waves of heat. Cooling from within the very core of the problem. It is not you that brings me anger. It is the ability for myself to be displayed so openly as a target of misguided anger. Do I blame your silly fits of rage? I do not. Do I blame myself for saying the things I say? I do not.
Desperate and willing to befriend anyone. Molding to all as water does. Making room. Allowing no water to spill from the cup because the cup was only half full. Allowing so many things to fall into the water that its about to overflow. Spilling the contents little by little. Eventually it will all dry up. Evaporating into the air. Disappearing.
It is gone with the joy. The childlike wonder and excitement. The hardest part is who to blame. Is it you or is it me?
Little by little you're crushing souls. Isn't that what you want. For everyone to know how insignificant they are compared to you? I don't get you. I don't want to try and understand because I do not want to feel sympathy for you anymore. You hate yourself and your life so you take it out on other people. I will be your friend no longer.