Death of a Traitor

I'm not a likeable person. I've never understood how to be good and adored. The past is only filled with characters that weren't liked or loved or adored much at all... I became the monster I had feared so much. The unloved, untouched sour grape. I don't know sweetness. I'm acidic and reviling. Give my heart a ing revolution. Even at minimum wage, this full time job is prosperous. The taxes are extraordinary... I owe more than I'll ever have. The government of my heart is a screaming debt. And if you pass me on the street, I'm just hoping you remember that my emotional legs were amputated before I learned to speak. I'm an empty well. Fill me with blazing polished stones, or colorless dirt. The choice is yours and mine alone.