The Bad Parts

Lonely, hollow, empty, meek,

Define the people you seek,

Creep on in during quiet hours,

Put them under with your power.

Days, weeks, pass without change,

But there’s something… strange,

They don’t know, can’t quite see,

Just who it is they’re meant to be.

A dull and shallow life ensues,

Content to live with nightly news,

Months tick by with days all gray,

A shallow life with meager pay.

“Potential, is what we all have,”

But you bite, beat, berate, and stab,

A steady drain on what I know,

Simply refusing to let me grow.

I’ll fight you, tear you into shreds!

I scream, but it’s inside my head,

There’s chaos, rage, cruel despair,

The battle ends but it’s not fair,

You’re always lurking... somewhere