I am Egocentric.
Who wants everything I wanted for my self,
Who wants everything to go my way,
Who wants everything to be what I thought it would.
I am Sadistic.
Thinking ways how to torment a person,
Passionate on all the blood, gore,
and the feeling of a blade, piercing in and out of my flesh.
I am a Criticizer.
Never care of what people say on what I say and criticize,
Doesn’t know the limitations of the norms where I stand,
Not looking one what’s good or bad, but what fit to my taste.
I am Envious.
Of people that are on the pinnacle of their dreams,
Of people who aren’t afraid to die,
Of people that are satisfied.
Egoism, sadism, criticism and envy.
All are fragments,
Of the whole that is me.
Veiled from reality, that is society.
January 19,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem