A Bitter Man.

I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by anger and hate with a heart full of passion and love trying to claw it’s way to the surface through a chest of ice. I have control over my life and all within, my problems are my own and my fists do my talking but if you were to take that control away, you would see my tears, tears of fear that hide in the shadows of my soul, a sign of cowardice, a sign of weakness, a sign of defeat. I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by the memory of my past with a child battered and bruised silently crying for the help he knows he’ll never get. I have a partner who loves and respect me, I have children who look to me as a role model but if you were to take this family away you would see a frightened little boy who is afraid to be alone, scared of the dark and the monsters that lurk within, unable to cope with the pressures of life who’s only feeling of safety comes with a blanket pulled over his head. I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by the aspirer to be unlike those who took an innocent boy and twisted, tore, broke and destroyed his soul for fun with a body full of pain and anger. I built the fragments piece by piece from a shattered remnant, broken still but able to feel, although not complete I pass for human but if you were to take this soul from me and watch as the pieces fell one by one to the cold damp floor, you would not want to look back up, for no longer would I be on the edge of sanity but flying over the line like a vulture stalking it’s prey, were there once stood a man would now stand a monster. I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by my own selfishness and ignorance of all things I don’t understand with a desire to learn everything and a young man who’s thirst for knowledge is unquenchable. I have with me a answer to everything, I twist and manipulate the question until my answer fits like the smallest of hands in a newly knitted glove and is accepted without second thought but if you were to take that answer away from me you would see a boy lost and confused knowing nothing outside of his own range of mind, scared to venture into the open world out of fear it may consume him. I now stand before you a bitter man With an aspiration to be greater than what I am.