Your picture make me want to kill

(Found on a bathroom wall somewhere in the U.S.A.)

You’ve taken over my mind. You’ve raped my thoughts with your image viruses then sold me fake cures for your own disease. Your words and pictures scream orders at me like angry prison wardens. When I cover my ears, your voices echo in my head. I hate you. When I see your billboards, your talk shows, your rock concerts and your factories, when I see the work of your twisted libidos, I want to kill you. I want to set fires, plant bombs, derail trains. I want to smash your buildings and tear at your bodies until the skin of my hands is worn to the bone. I am filled with a rage that burns my eyes. I don’t want to feel this way. You have done this to me. These feelings are the fruits of your multi-billion dollar sowing. And I am not alone. There are others like me out here. Every suicide, every madman, every man and woman who gets a gun and just starts shooting — these are your illegitimate children. They don’t all know what they are doing. All they know is hate for the invisible walls which you have raised around them, hate for the narrow path you have tried to make them walk. And the innocent pay in blood for your negligence. Remember this: My mind is big. The more you try to push me down and make me small, the greater the pressure inside me becomes. The greater the pressure, the greater the chance of an explosion. There was once a time when I felt love, but now I feel only hate and anger, and fear at what I might do. And you can tell me to “BE HAPPY,” but I know that you really mean “BE QUIET”. Believe me, I want to be happy. You stand in my way.

2 Respostes to “Your picture make me want to kill”

  1. […] Your picture make me want to kill […]

  2. I actually hate violence, but I understand it, and even more it’s “hidden” one, psychological one, when you cannot show the others the signs of your pain.

    Me myself, I have damned someone and I have taken out the beast inside of me, the one I safely keep in a cage, to prevent it from hurting to innocent ones. Have told cruel words to hurt too, and when I have calmed myself, I’ve realised this goes nowhere, i just released a bit my pain.

    Best choice is to be oneself, forget the past, start another diary with blank pages to write down on it, and store the old one in a place far, far away.

    All we live, all we suffer, is what make us grow, change. We are the result of what we live, every single experience. So, get the possitive, and forget the negative, just will take you energy, energy you need to start over again.

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