Take my poem.

Take my poem and enjoy it.

There is a monster inside of me.

It wants to be free.

It wants to roam the outside of me.

It wants to murder me.

It wants my sadness to rule.

It wants my happiness to be gone.

I can feel it, squeezing me in it's deadly grasp.

Working it's claws down my very soul.

I try to keep the demon down.

But he constantly wants to rise.

That demon, you see, is me.

There are two parts of me, one that is good, the other bad.

The good side is the one i show to everyone.

Flashing it around as I love to see others happy.

I keep him out at all times.

The other side of me I keep down inside.

He wants me to inflict pain.

He wants me to bleed.

Within the past year, he has begun to rise.

His bubbling hatred flowing into mine.

As hard as I try to keep him down.

He finds a way to slip past my defenses.

I try to be happy.

He destroys it.

I fool myself into thinking I am truly happy.

He destroys it.

I think I almost find true happiness?

He destroys it.

I can only hope this darkness resides some day.

I hope a ray of light will someday come.

I want that ray to kill the darkness.

I want the darkness to feel what I want to feel.

That ray, you see.

Is love.