My choice

Disappointment is thrown strongly at my direction.

Blame gathers in large quantities like a pest infestation.

"It's your fault" and words like "You always make mistakes" evoke anger.

Anger which I want to take out on myself and take out on others.

I can excel in my work of choice, I know I'm more than average.

The bad gets pointed out more and little praise is given for the good.

Stunned by unmoving words. I'm like a prisoner sentenced to jail, released and expected to do worse.

Destruction emerges from my enraged emotions, i wish your words could offer a solution.

I want to be an alchemist and turn things into gold.

It's ironic how I am a creator of words but cant create better words in my critics.

Conversations lead to arguments because i want to be heard.

I'm sick of revolving doors, sick of being slammed by your atrocious comments.

"You have no common sense" you say to me, maybe I just prefer to be in a daydream, my mind drifting away because life is too dull.

Realize that what you say has an effect and that effect can drive somebody or stop them in motion.