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Psychotic
Psychotic
I am Psychotic.
Passionate hatred coursing in rivers wider than the Amazon and longer than the Nile, turbulent with waves of fury, fanned by a gale of anger. Such resentment, such intense antagonism, forming a vortex of screaming, shrieking rage.
I am Psychotic.
A lifetime of hiding, dodging into nooks and crannies in the landscape of a soul. The ever present worry of being found, being torn out, discarded. The constant need to keep a cover of magic, disguise the emotion with emotionally driven power. Surrounded by not one, but two psyches, and having to always hide from them.
I am Psychotic.
Crushing misery, every conscious moment, and every unconscious one. Nightmares of monsters in mirrors, and all around. Despair, hopelessness, and endless awareness of there never being any escape.
I am Psychotic.
Fear. Not just fear felt, but fear inspired. The only emotion ever seen on the rare occasions of emergence. Fear in the eyes of others. The nagging knowledge that there is fear felt even by them.
I am Psychotic.
And I am tired of hiding.
To be continued...