When pushed against the wall, it is wondered how I can come out swinging so violently. I AM that person when I need to protect ME. For who, but ME will guard my heart from disregard, hurt and pain. How can one dish out such vicious, venomous, damaging content and expect to be greeted with kindness? I will NEVER understand it…NOT EVER. For LOVE doesn’t look like THAT! Shallow are the words that cut so deep, forever injuring what once was a heart so healthy. I still love, but too hurtful to return to what is abusive mentally and emotionally without remorse. To not own up and take responsibility for one’s own actions, proves that insensitivity and pride is like a canker that spreads like a diseased epidemic. I wish there was an antidote for the disease of PRIDE, pride that keeps love suppressed and pushed aside. What a shame that love is not first priority and not given the value it deserves. Instead, arrogance defeats the essence of what is good and great, a pure love that stands against the obstacles of life’s circumstances. Weakened is the power of love because of the strength of pride. What I wouldn’t give to cast a spell to diffuse the strength of arrogance and pride. I hated to throw such jabs, but what was I to do? This time, even tho my heart cried, I had to for once and for all combat pride.