Malice

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?