The Seventh Key: Self

I have this urge that makes me want to explain myself whenever I'm stuck to certain situations.  Whenever that time comes, I can't help but pause, or talk non stop while trying to express "my side" to the other party.

For one, no matter how I hate trying to explain, I really can't stop doing it.

Maybe because for the lack of good memories surrounding others, I instinctively defend myself, but later on, I wish I could have stopped myself from doing something that is both time wasting and stupid.

hate

They would say
...have to start over...
...weak to begin...
...lacked...
..should have been...
...your fault...
...changing things...
...lesson learned...


Fools
Heartless
Idiots

Spouting garbage
Like the existence
that they are now
Horrible people
Never knowing
How rotten their mouths
exposing their carcass
like it's a normal thing to see
foul smelling
putrid
souls

They should be cursed not to die
while being
impaled...
and skinned alive
allowing their innards
to hang in the winds
and be infested with flies

How can one
start over
When there is no ending
a beginning that was not seen
and
continuing the journey
without…