The Hate of Creation

I find it so easy to hate everything I've created. All of my poems, stories, ideas and anything and everything else I've created. Its a really strange feeling, because in the end it causes you to hate yourself. It seems to kill you from the inside out and all you can do is watch, like some sick puppet to your own mind. Its strange how when you hit this point of realization your mind seems to fight itself. Suddenly you can't see anything as simple or easy, everything is horrible and you just want to get away from it all and at the same time you want to stay and figure it out. All in all it leaves you and a strange for in the road with both sides being horrible looking and a wall beind you so you can't go back. Its strange what life throws at you and how you change because of it. Your life becomes and LSD trip of realization and everything looks strange. At the end of all this, if you've made it out a live, everything you thought is twisted and you can see things in a strange different way. its strange because all of this will happen to you again and again and all you can to is run and try to keep up with yorself. Somehow it all seems to blur into the thing we call life and make everything seem amazing, it can bring you to your knees and tears to your eyes. And for some reason it all seems okay.