I feel that hatred brewing inside me. From the depths of my mind, its rolling to a boil. Don't speak to me. Don't touch me. Don't look my way at all. Hurling my closed fist to my skull with all the strength my weak body can muster cannot dull the burning sensation of this hate. The hydrochloric acid is churning with a vengeance that threatens to explode up from my stomach. I'm fighting this war while bleeding internally. The struggle is great and hope is diminishing. I can't believe what I see, what I hear, what I feel... tell me it isn't real. No. No. No. I want all of you dead. Lifeless.

This is stronger than an emotion. It's a state of being. It's consuming me.

It has now become me.