The Silent Parrot

I am not a great writer But this tale has haunted me, it consumes me. I fear if I don't write it, then I should never write again

Just a teen  I don't know if this is depression, am I insane or deranged?

Crestfallen   I thought it was a dream; I thought it wasn't real. I can not write anything the way my heart tells it, Soft in murmurs or echoing loudly as it does. Pain really hurts, even if it disappears, vanishes or never lasts.

Acrimony     call it bitterness, anger, rancor or ill-feeling.

A toy shade nightmare You are better than this, A barbaric action caused by unbridled sexual desire, a pathological assertion of power over a victim.