Lyssa

It's been a while since our sessions, how are you feeling?

I think there is something rotten in me

Something that just wouldn't let me be

A foul air I no longer want to breathe

A severed limb that's taking longer to heal

Zoning in and out of emotional tormoils

A side of me that I need to confront

I fear it might return soon

That which I buried long ago.

Pushed to where peace seems a price too great to pay

Pushed to the point where I want to scream at people's faces

Pushed to where I want people to get a dose of their medicine

Pushed to where I say it all, no blooper shenanigans

I am scared of his return, he is untamed

Terrified of hurting those around me if he returns

The buttons are being pushed, twigs being snapped

Should he return, I hope you know I tried my best to keep him trapped.

It isn't just a field of flowers and beauty

It habors scorpions and insects on guard duty

Roofed with the trigger, pushing me to that wall

I wonder how much more I can keep it bottled up