Performance Review

Writing this to you from nearly 30 years of experience. I have plenty of heartbreak on my resume and lots of old, old now, ritual scarification. I was like a tumbled rock back then, being fought and directed and commanded so that my rough edges would be hidden. I am writing this to you from the command of the objective mind. Your heart is under lock and key now and it is perfectly fine if it stays that way. Who knows these words whispered again, in one sentence taking on the syntax of love, in the next, tearing a person down. Life is whimsical in that way. Either side, left or right, to love or to hate. There is no virtue in suffering alone, nor in giving of yourself to every creature who walks by. The word "strong" is spoken from relative means, for the rock that you stand on may crumble tomorrow. Or today. What stays when you fade into infinity? What will *you* bring to the company? How are you old and how are you young at the same time?

I am no higher than you. But I can look myself in the mirror every day, because my plight is sincere and my head is above water. I will no longer accept being tortured or hated.

I am in sorrow because I see the lowest of the low, when no one else will look. People glorify their cold behavior and praise their own evils.

These secrets are under lock and key. The deepest of them still are. Hide your face, your ugly face, for one day you will awake and see how you have been petty.

It is not everyone for themself in my world. If you believe so, kindly leave.

It is not black vs. white. There are so many shades of gray.

If you are looking for someone who will crack under the pressure, your hands are on the wrong person.

My love will never again be my Achilles' heel. One day, I will be able to say that I am proud to do it. One day it will no longer be an embarrassment.

There is nothing that really stays, not even that scar from that time I fell of a bike that didn't even move.

Leave something behind in this world besides toxic waste.

Leave something behind in this world besides your human disease.

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