Forever boiling,
Always churning.
Always getting me in trouble.
Having me say what I mean
to lock away.
This is Hatred.
Always lurking,
Always cunning,
Always ready to reveal itself
when I am at my brightest.
Waiting to drag me back
into the shadows.
This creature is Fear.
Always weeping,
Begging,
Praying,
One day she won't be alone.
Counting the minutes,
Hours,
Days.
'Til someone will wipe away the tears.
This is Sorrow.
Always giddy and nervous,
Questioning herself.
Unsure and curious about how
the world works.
Gullible,
Often fooled by Fear
as its talons corrupt her.
Telling her she is worthless.
One day she will break free,
To see the world for herself.
This is Love.
I am lost.
This is a warring sea
of conflicting emotions.
Some helping.
Some hurting.
Forcing me to and fro.
Fear and Hatred control the storms.
Watching me struggle.
Love and Sorrow observe from a distance.
Attempting to guide me to them,
but to no avail.
I am conflict...
I... Am human.
