How I feel about angry FB people

Incredible.

The wishing stairs, 

they bring me handfuls

of love and light but

in exchange,

the darkness I fight

and the nasty words 

that threaten to fly

out my mouth are supposed 

to be handed over...

I need them, I need them.

How am I going to protect myself, 

keep the predators at bay - 

with what, the flowers I didn't

crush under my dirty feet?

It's too hard.

Take your love back.

I can fight through

the angry mobs with hate

and anger, 

I'd rather die than eat up 

kindness because its rare, 

no one has it, gives it, where is it?

It's inside, no one has the key.