A year or two ago, I wrote a short poem after being continuously antagonized. I was known as the "selfish one" and was called selfish so often that even I started to believe it was true.
That is the power of words, yet some seem to forget it. Words are powerful tools that can be used as weapons if mistreated and misused. One must be extremely careful with speech because the impact can be everlasting and may never be taken back.
Selfishness runs in my blood
It flows through my veins like hot lava
It seethes in my mind like burning coal
It rips through my flesh like tiny serpents
It's made me the monster I am today
