Imaginative Scene

It was once my scene of imagination,
In condensed doses of love, happiness, and hope, Shining brighter.

But now my scene of imagination is a graveyard,
Barren, hopeless, happiness is gone, though there is still faint signs of life,
Wanting bloodshed and pain to others, but my heart is still so frail it cant keep up with the
sudden hate towards happiness, and those who possess happiness.
My heart doesn't understand the sudden outrage that fills my mind,
Its confused,
I'm confused.