I hate how it commands me,
I hate how it surrounds me,
These thoughts kill me,
They are a cloud around me.
Sadly this cloud Is comfortable.
It comforts me.
It knows me from inside out.
I hate it, it’s face a spitting image of my insecurities.
I am human.
The light that shines from within, is a dark light,
Red with blood but not of the dead,
It warns you, it’s afraid, the mere thought of someone hurting you scares it.
But I shall not hurt you.
I am what you think I’m not but not what you think I am.
My Aura gives off what you think I am, but not what I truly am,
I am an image of your imagination, an imagination run wild, not realising it is lost.
I guess you misjudged me, but I shall not leave,
I stand for what you stand for and will not move.
My presence is felt but doubted,
Hidden in plain sight,
I am what I am.