Now only the silence to comfort and warm me
while the cold wind screams through my tormented mind
darkness once more has become my close shadow
where always my image is something less kind.
I am now the real monster that seems daily to haunt you
my reflection you see always shadowed in fear…?
the strength of my passion now seems selfish and pointless
as I look into your eyes, …so full of tears.
For the rage deep inside of me sets free a demon
and all that you dreamed of… becomes lost and confused
while the small boy inside of me weeps so softly and quietly
still looking for that soft place that fear did not choose.
Sometimes we can bring fear into our loved ones lives
without realising.
Being angry with a stranger can easily affect those we love most.
