I am the creator of my own catastrophes.

Killing myself softly with the cacophinic calamity called my thoughts.

Snakes they are... Born from the house of Slytherin.

Insideous intentions within their soundless whispers spoken into my ear.

Hissssssss. Sly, slick, slimy voices sending sleety shivers up and down my spine.

Their forked tongues tenderly stroking my conscience, filling it with acidic venom.

Fat. Ugly. Useless. Worthless. Unwanted. Undesired. Unloved. You do NOT belong here.

How comforatble these vindictive reptiles find themselves in my head.

I'm distressed, depressed, so pressed to impress the petty people who are doubtless to the fact they should be treated like an empress, a prissy princess.

But you see... These repulsive creatures will not rest nor take a breath until their intentions are fulfilled.

They are in fact restless, forcing hellish lies into my innocent mind, yet I don't even realize they are becoming my truth.

Sweet and simple minded females such as I become convinced that in the young male's eye, short, slinky, sexy clothing designs are things we should wear with pride.

That our physical appearance is the main prize because apparently, our intelligence, diligence, and self-respect just won't satisfy.

Girl's childhood's taken in the strides of fallacious, perverted men oblivious to the age difference; only seeking the untold secrets located inbetween her thighs.

Secrets the poor girl herself has not even discovered, therefore, the man excruciatingly injuring her entire existence.

How manipulative this world can be.

Fake and phony magazines along with the pageantry on TV screens, filled with white teethed teens.

Making us himans believe that that is the proper way to be.

Falsity is what we daily see.

Perfection is what we wish to breath.

Maturity died with our ancestors, long deceased.

My thoughts, these... Snakes... Have become my second identity.

I am the creator of my own catastrophes, and soon my catastrophes will begin to define me.

This worlds and its people will not be destroyed by a heart-wrenching tragedy.

In the end, we will all perish in result of today's corrupt society.