I Scare Myself.

The potential in me for absolute evil frightens me sometimes.

Other times, I revel in it.

I'm torn to pieces, between wanting to help everyone, lift everyone up, share everything I have, spend myself till I'm gone, for others, nothing for me because I don't need anything, everything for others, everything, till there's nothing left of me, and. . . .

. . . looking at the world with alien eyes, assuming that stupid people are here for my personal amusement, putting up with nothing, calling people names inside my head, making fun of people to their faces in ways they don't even realize, lusting, lusting, and ready to act on it