Dear ghost,
If I say I know not how to lie, will you look into the devil residing in my chest? Can you find the evil swriling in my space? If all I am capable of is hate, where shall I project it? Should I hate myself so much that I gradually break or should I harbor it towards the world till I become devils incarnate. I donot want to hate you, believe me I tried. But it reside in me and scratches the door of my soul. It screams of the monster inside. Therefore, I will choose to hate myself rather than the world. The world has always remained same, it is me that has grown too differently. I refuse to ruin others. I refuse to hate what has not harmed me. I will baptise myself until only the stain of my self hatred remains.
Yours even as I fear to be.