***They looked into my eyes and pleaded for guidance. The type that I still needed but seemed to possess. I was a liar! A betrayer! They asked my name but couldn't supply one. I was blind to the worlds vision of me. I couldn't give an answer until I evaluated myself and then I blurted out, "I am he who lives in a shadow and clings to good but is not!" They laughed and I smirked. What they took as a pun, I considered truth and they learned their lesson of me. I couldn't sleep so I walked through dark dreams. I feared at every bending corner until I saw smiles down the way. I could see their small hands crying out to me in joyous glee while they danced and wanted me to join, but all I could do was hide from their glow. I hear that innocence is a virtue, virtue that they possess. Where did mine go?
***I fear the laughter of children. I love the laughter of children. I see into their eyes and that's all I see. I see them, but I feel me. I don't know where I am when I see them but I feel the fear in me. Loathing is so scary, but self-loathing is dangerous, especially when you feel eyes watching all my moves, ready to see my faults. I have many and still haven't gotten used to them. GOD, how a single word would lighten my day, but fear that the word isn't true or falsified by my self wields tears in my eyes and I must bend from the pain. I want justice for me. Send me to a dark place and remove me from the shell. I am a destroyer, a betrayer; all the words you were told to fear, I am he. I fear what I am.
---A HAPPIER SUBJECT---
There were tons and tons of kids on campus today. They were laughing and playing. It was pretty fun to watch and remember what it was like at that age. You never felt tired, always hungry because you were constantly running around, etc. It's good to remember the good old days. It's actually fun.