I have tried to find the best in you, I try to look on the bright side, but don't be fooled, I still hate you, with a passion. Not apathy and I can't act in a nonchalance way, or pretend I have a disregard for you. Every time you come, that hate and resentment grows. Most of all though I hate the way you make me feel, whether that is physically after one of your visits, or emotionally every time I think like I've beaten you only for you to return. I hate how much control you have on me, the stigma you plague on people. Why do you do that Epilepsy?
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