I am like a pollutant. I feel as if my presence spoils everything that is around me. I was supposed to gather with good people, nice people. pure and sinless, kind at heart. Now every time I am around them, around these people with no problems, no worries, no sleepless nights... I feel my evil, my demons trying to ruin them, to grab a hold of them. I see the bliss in their eyes, the calmness of their faces, the joy in their laughter. Happy families, good relationships, trust... I gave it up.

I must get away. I do not want to pollute. My words are like venom, by breath like poison. I breathe poison into their home.