The Witch

The woman I fight to keep locked away can be a real bitch.

She frightens me...

I also envy her...

She fears nothing and no one.

But the rage...

The anger...

The fire deep inside, can be smothering.

At times we are alike,

Lost and confused.

Not sure if we should turn right or left.

Other times, she speaks for me when I don't want her to.

Her jealousy consumes me, so that she doesn't feel alone.

Blood boiling. Veins tingling. The mind, a fucked up construction site.

I run from it... while she embraces it.

The witch that cast spells, but has an unfriendly opinion about everyone around her.

Who would want to be her friend?

But then who would want to be my friend?

Because she is me...