I stood in front of them
Their razor sharp eyes shot towards me
In disgust
I stared down
At my two hands
So tiny, so fragile
Hands that,
For them,
Are never capable
Of anything worthwhile
I did run
Away from them
To find myself
But the world was harsh
And never kind
So I struggled until I found
Myself, my stronger and better self
And they stood in front of me
My cold eyes
Froze them to death
I was disgusted.
