At birth, your cries were blood curtailing. There was no pleasing you, at least not when I desired. Your smiles were few and far in between. Your displeasure with the idea of happiness was quite obvious.
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The years passed and with each one your anger built stronger, and stronger. So much so that it swallowed whatever happiness there may have been. When it’s warranted, the nicer part of you finds its way to the surface, but just when we find comfort with you, you take it away.
So I dare to summarize that you are ballistic in Nature.
Ballistic In Nature©
By Felina Silver Robinson