The rage, the urge to fight. The feeling of being a burden, why am I still here? Why can't I give up?
The high, its coming back, I can't give up. There are so many people that need my help. I have to prove those that have hurt me that I am so much more.
The high its going higher. I haven't slept in days. Why must I become the evil That I fight. Why do I find so much glee in causing mayhem? Why do I fight the very people I want to become?
Oh no, here comes the crash. The remorse, the guilt. I'm sorry for everything. Please just let me die. I fall behind in homework. The scars grow in numbers again. I can't, I won't fight back. Please just leave me alone.
Some how I put on my uniform. I strap myself into my bullet proof vest. I buckle my duty belt. I check my gun, my pepper spray, my handcuffs. Knowing that if something happens, even though I want to die, evil cannot win. I will fight. I wish those weapons would fight the demons inside me.
Instead I take my pills. I pull on my boots. Polish my badge and name tag. I get in my squad. I go protect the people at my post.
The demon is back. I'm feeling restless. Will it ever stop? Please!? Help?!