Shards of Me

I have had these pieces of my life and my memory that I have dealt with directly for years. The parts around it were unclear to me. I just could not except, deep in my soul, that people were that hateful, sereptious, and vicious. I would become aware of things, but I would keep them disconnected from my reality and thought processes. The highly demonic reality around me just did not compute. It made no sense to me. People were evil to just be evil to me. They could have profited amazingly, but they chose to go for my jugular instead. That hatred is now real. It was the crashing of that glass. So many screams in that moment. I now see all of you, but, more importantly, I see me. Boundaries will be celebrated, especially in the workplace. If I could ALWAYS hold the line, then you all can too. It damages all society when we allow these things. I am just picking up the pieces, and now all of you will deal with the shards that blow your way. The belief that has sat in the dark closet that keeps me moving and unafraid is, "All people around me are good and good to me, and I never suffer." That core belief keeps the, "I am evil and I must be destroyed," in a way that I cannot put this shattered window blown apart for infinity together again. Now I can move to really know and see the evil people do to ME. Society is just something that occurs on TV, because it is not real anyway. You all fake it and break it.