Poetry.

Trapped.

This could be considered a short letter, telling someone you will be who it is you want to be.

The bane of a writer’s existence.

A deep hate for a person I truly loathe!

Someone who is frightning on the outside and hurt deeply on the inside.

Attempt to define love.

Wrongs of prejudice and jealousy.

My anger towards someone I used to care about. Emphasis on USED TO.

Really?