Thoughts?

[xerocs]

I was cleaning out my life... i.e throwing out stuff I don't need and I happened upon this clip of writing witch I think is beautiful and disturbing at the same time. Do I keep it or throw it away?

The nice thing about coming to terms with being on the bottom is that I know who I am. I have neither shame nor fear. When my time comes I am ready. In a crowd I am alone and I know this. They don’t know. I am a predator and they don’t even know it. My mind and soul are simply scars. My eyes are crosshairs and my presence is a weapon not unlike the plague. I am not one of “THEM” yet I belong to “THEY”. Cold, heartless, undermining, backstabbing, circumnavigational, zombie, virus like person. I am the sentry for the 7th gate, which opens to this world. I am a decorated soldier in this battlefield called life. My lessons were hard learned and each situation reinforces the feeling. My teachers showed no mercy, so my lifeless eyes reflect the horror and the hate. The distaste left in my mouth from every breath drawn in this existence could wipe out entire races. Condescension pours from my body towards every living thing. I am no better in thought or appearance, yet I am arrogant. You cannot compare. I know what I am; you do not. The demons that you battle with every day cannot hold a candle to me. Every day you wake… be thankful you are not me. Kiss your wife, love your children and pray you never cross me.