What Lies Beneath

I grip the knife
tightly in my sweaty hand.
I wish death upon you
and all that you stand for.

You've cause me too much pain
for this fitful relationship to go on.
I want to be rid of your infection
I don't want to suffer from your disease.
You parasitic piece of filth.
You play on my insecurities.
and you fill my head with negatives.
Everywhere I go, I feel you shadowing me
with everything I do I know you watch.
You criticize my every move.
You beat my mind with a broom labeled love.
Your presence terribly frightens me
and I wish that it would stop.

I grip the pen
tightly in my sweaty hand.
I can't wish death upon you
because the you that I despise
is the me that everyone loves.

Despite what some may think, this poem is not about someone that I have loved and now loathe. It is about myself. About the personality that I have led people to believe that is me, when in actuality, it is an entire different personna than anything ever seen (I live in a VERY small town). It's about me wanting to tear this suffocating mask off and finally breathing fresh air.