Bloodlust

Blood
I thrist for the sight
Not for my own though...
Or is it...?

Rage
Lies, truth, and everything in between.
No matter what I'm always bitched at.
But then they do it too!

Stages
I have five stages of anger
Mad look, shaky arms, dead to me, clenched fists till blood, and lastly bloodlust.

Wrongs
I have committed many...
The more i try to help...
The worse they got!

Wanted
Am i?
I'm egotistic so...
I think "who wouldn't want me."

However
Paranoia has been a bitch
"They don't want you around"
"Stop... they hate you"

Voices
These voices...
I know they're not real...
But they're so convincing

Words
"She hates you"
"He does too"
"So does everyone!"

Hate
I block them off
stop talking to everyone
Saying fuck it!