Like most
There are many parts
To who I am
Some
(and this is hard to admit)
Aren’t so bad
Those are the parts
Filled with far too much
Empathy
Those are the parts
That volunteer
That buys a sandwich
For the homeless guy on the corner
That would give my life
To save another
But that’s only half the story
If even that
There’s the other side
Forged from a life
That’s shouldn’t have been lived
Skimming
Just below my skin
It is filled
With wrath and rage
An anger
That’s hard to control
It scratches and digs
Trying to get out
This is the side
That wants to hurt
Those it thinks deserve
It wants to punish
To pull flesh from bone
To set fire
And watch it all burn
These two sides
They constantly battle
Tearing me apart
Ripping me
From the inside out
This battle
Well never have a winner
It is a battle
That can never be won

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

You saw me drowning
And rather than
Extend a hand
You turned your back
And let me sink

I don’t know
If it was because
You were confident
I would survive
Or if it was because
You didn’t care
If I survived or not

But I did
And I’ll never forget
The image of your back
When what I needed most
Was your hand