i.

I have always been stronger than you.

ii.

Were you so foolish to believe that my kindness was a sign of weakness?

I have battled many ungrateful persons with a warm smile and outstretched hands.

I have suffered lacerations to my body because of their wretched anger.

If I am so weak, why did I not shy away at their blatant disregard for me?

iii.

I have held my hand to the burning flames until my skin blistered.

My muscles screamed in protest.

It was through sheer will that kept my hand there,

crackling, popping.

I did not cry,

nor did I scream for the torture to end.

I have always been stronger than you.

iv.

You would not survive a psychopath's amused stare.

You would let them twist your brain,

until their voices murmured for your murder.

I already live with those whispers.

v.

They tell me to press the blade into my skin once more,

or swerve into oncoming traffic.

I am not a fool.

The voices are not real.

They serve as slivers of doubt so that I do not become as powerful as God.