My forced smile hides the scars I bear within. The hill is high, the path steep, but I climb regardless because I need to reach the top. Only then will I realise the vision of the prophet who comforts me while I try to sleep my restless sleep. Only then will the fire that rages in my soul be extinguished, and light drive out the darkness.
If there is a God, will he forgive me the vengefulness I feel toward her? For the unholy sin she perpetrated on me is surely unpardonable.
May she stand naked before her maker and beg for mercy.