seeds of doubt spread so easily, seeds that grow and tangle and corrupt one so easily, seeds that turn into vines that strangle one to death.
seeds planted by those who wish us to hate and suffer.
seeds that have such deadly thorns, seeds that turn into words of doubt and hate,
plants that grow to make us hate ourselves and wish for death, words that we hear over and over again till we feel we are nothing more then what those words whispered to us say we are they grow in our gardens