Writing

I write a lot in my journals. Mostly I write random thoughts, feelings, or questions I have about life but occasionally it forms a poem or a song. I wrote this one a little while ago and thought I'd post it. I'm going to start posting more of the things I've written, but here's a first.

As I sit here quiet and secluded, IT has finally taken it's toll. This feeling has come over me and IT is more real than anything I have ever felt before. IT is stronger than desire, love, or even grief. IT has become the poison in me, the poison I crave. IT, in ITself has peirced my armor and left me questioning my ideals and my emotions have come to match my envious green eyes. As I bite my tongue, I feel my pulse and thick moisture rushing down my throat, this becomes the only physical sign of my interior fury. IT has blinded me and left me feeling insecure and shaken. Maybe this is God's way of telling me I am no longer callous but IT has become what I despise most in others and myself; Jealousy.