So many voices inside my head
all fighting with each other
trying to command this vessel from within.
Barely there, hardly ever seen
a small abused child
hiding within the corners of my mind.
Formed out of necessity
he's constantly on guard
there to protect the child from harm.
From a past life she hails
spinning great tales of old
always the most gentle loving soul.
Forever on the prowl
searching for new prey
the dominatrix waits for her next victim.
Somewhere inside a switch is flipped
instant anger all consuming rage
the mighty beast dwells within.
Just as quickly the switch is flipped again
pain, sorrow and despair
drowning in salty tears.
Each day a new begining
every moment a constant battle
never knowing who's in control.