This is a brief essay about the dark side of human nature, and it's destructive ways.

I am not of substance, yet cause more conflict then those whom are. I am of no particular identity, but display more presence then those who are. I build you up, for the purposes of tearing you down, and relish every moment of my succulent victory. I am not of the feared, more of the more fierce. I am the fountain of black running through your veins. I am human nature. With my subtle approach …showed first 75 words of 275 total…

…showed last 75 words of 275 total…They are my puppets of sorts. Like a broken branch, I leave my victim feeling indignant and emotionally crippled. The insatiable need for gossip and lies and rumours, are all fuelled by me. Living vicariously through other people's misery and hardships, is to keep my alive. As much as I rule this indignant world, you all of some power against me. The power of self-discipline. To determine my fate, one only has to fight themselves.