Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Patterns of Abuse

If I ever find out 
the name of the person
who hurt you 
to make you this way
I will hunt them for sport 
and kill them slowly

Your lashing out towards me
has made me rabid
my first instinct has become
to lash out in response
I can’t interact anymore
without intimidating

Like a werewolf’s bite
I foam at the mouth now
I howl alone at the moon
torn to shreds and left to die
I've healed from your attacks
but still remember your teeth

I’ve had to create a barrier
between how I want to react
and what is acceptable
so I don’t scare people away
but the facade I wear
is only so convincing

Because it isn’t natural
it’s not how I want to feel
I want to express raw emotion
I want to be truly known
but who is brave enough
to not be scared off

I have learned to smile in a way 
that hides my fangs
I keep my mane neatly combed
and try to fit in
but my reactions seem off
and my growl gives me away

If I ever find out 
the name of the person
who hurt you 
to make you this way
I will hunt them for sport 
and kill them slowly

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