Sometimes I feel cold and dark
Sometimes I act cold and dark
It's not my true self
It's not who I want to be
Malice
Malice is what I named her
Malice is who my friends call her. . .
Well. . .me

I try to conceal her
I try to tame her like the wild beast she is
But she is too strong
Too strong for my mentality
Too strong for what I can bare

She pulses like the veine underneath my tanned skin
She urges like the hatred in my unbearable soul

Rage consumes me in darkness
Thats when she takes over
I'm left alone
Scared, worried for what she could do
Knowing she could contruct massive destruction
What will my friends think of me?
A monster? A psycho? A freak?
Will they leave me alone with no one having my back
I'm afraid that I'm going to be all by myself
No one to talk to
No one to listen to

If this happens. . .would Malice be to blame?