Broken Silence

Love,
Jealousy,
Hate,
I do create.

I may sound
selfish but the green
in me grows.

All these feelings
I have pent up
inside. I can not
rephrase the sorrow
in my eyes.

Love is a confusion.
Hate is the disgrace.
You may not get
the fear in my
fate.

Written in blood
insists on red. A
note is left.