Your Own Little Cruel

Out of control, does anyone see?

No, no one can see the other

Part of me.

Out of the cracks of despair I come,

Split in half, a hollow laugh erupts

From the throat I almost choke on the

Empty sound because no one found the

Other part of me, the part that's cruel,

Wants to fight, shies from the light and

Lies. It's all a tool to cover up the

Cruel side. Everyone has it. When a room, dim

Is lit, it creeps out of the

Shadows, consumes, confuses, bites at

The light, ready for the fight, the

Fight called life. It claws its way out,

This other self, this self called cruel.

But soon it's held back repressed again,

Pushed in with sin, but it wants out

Every time you shout that's it your

"cruel" slowly seeps out only to be

Covered again, buried with sin it screams

And shouts, desperate to come out, only so it

Can kill you again, your own little "cruel." When

You look in a mirror can you see what

Others can't see, your other self, the

Devil inside? People won't admit their devil

Inside. It is forced to hide yet again, when

Will it end? Will it hide inside to save your pride because you lied about

The rules that you tried to abide by, but that doesn't

Work, does it? The rules

Are broken, it's unfair, does that mean

That we have to lay down to bare our

Thoughts and the burdens we share, but

Nobody dares to bare their cruel,

Will you fight to find the kind, do you really

Want to? Although people hide it, they love

Their own little "cruel," it's their fuel

To get through life. Stab people in the

Back to make up for what you lack, have

To get your way so you can stay away

From the feeling inside, the feeling that you

Hide behind the cruel you love so much

That feeling that you love to touch inside

Yourself, to hide yourself, abide only by

Yourself. Don't look back at your little

Cruel only to add to your fuel. Can you

Hide your cruel? Nobody can, not all the time,

It will come out when you shout, show

Your cruel, it's a part of you,

Sometimes my cruel is shown. I bare it to the

Bone, unafraid of what people think because

Now, unrestrained, my cruel can see your

Cruel, hidden deep inside of you.

Then you say I'm a snot, stop. Look at yourself

For once. How can you choose to accuse me?

Don't you see yourself? Don't point fingers and

Sneer or jeer. Stop. How could you? Don't tell me

What I'm not. Just stop, step back, see what you

Lack, what's inside of you, your cruel.