picture from pixabay, text added by me
I do not fear more pain, and I do not fear my death,
I fear my own rage inside, afraid I'd steal your final breath.
At the age of 12 I denied to all, everything you believed to be true,
Articulated passionately why I couldn’t believe, what meant so much to you.
In response you called me a monster, labeled me a demon and your devil.
Tortured me with your words and hate, and even in ways more medieval.
I bathed in your hatred, always letting it fill me with a rage.
Cut on myself to kill the fear, of the pain you made a cage.
At 15 I began to fight all day, every day for 5 years I fought.
Not with words but with my fists, and for years it was pain I wrought.
365 days a year, everyone who dared to cross my path,
Not caring what hate that I created, in the wake of my aftermath.
At the age of 20 I began to hate, everything I saw in my reflection,
The hate dictated who I was, Severed from all human affection.
I’d lost my will to feel at all, to even care about what i had lost,
Yet somehow the thought had come to me, I chose this at what cost?
Realizing I hated what I’d become, I’d become the thing I hate,
Someone who lashes out at others, because they did not share my fate.
I couldn’t purge the violence in me, but I tried to save it for those who deserve,
The ass kicking that’s coming to them, and could hold nothing in reserve.
When someone I know meets a bully or fiend, or someone full of greed,
I am the caged beast that they unleash, to punish who has a need.
Sometimes it is easy to know, others it is quite so hard,
To know who deserves a million cuts, or just a single shard.
I’m not saying I’m right or just, only that I’m a beast,
Who is trying to use his fangs for good, at least until I cease.
But it’s just beneath the surface, be careful or you’re gonna see,
If you try to make me your devil, You’ll see what a devil I can be.
Thanks for reading! hatred begets hatred, break the cycle >~<
this poem has been posted elsewhere online, BY ME :)
