1997 diaries...verses found

Wonder why I wrote this ....Dont remember the context but looks crap

To seek the oasis in the desert I wished,
But by mirages was always fooled.
Listlessly around did I wander,
Nothing but hot sands to cheer me on.

Narcissism perhaps....seems to have boasted 

Seasons
My friendship is like spring
It smells of flowers and tastes like honey.
My indifference is like autumn
For my feelings wither like dead leaves.
My hatred is like the winter
My actions will be cruelly cold.
My anger is like the summer
It shall burn you like the fires of hell
My love is like the rains
It will short on you till you are fed up.
(6th september 1997)