The way you keep pushing
As if you want to see
The dark monster
That you know me to be
But I am not that monster
No not the one you think
I am so much darker
And you’re pushing me to the brink
Please don’t go stirring
These dark things within
The monsters won’t stop
Once they awaken and begin
Wounded Memories 
I love your poetry for its profound words and raw honesty.
Thank you very much, I’m humbled. It is an interesting contrast to the light of your words which are beautiful by the way.
Thank you so much. There is some darkness and angst beneath the light if one looks closely enough. I admire your courage and brevity in your expressions.