There are many things wrong with this picture
The lines are drawn in the wrong directions
And they are too sharp for the image I am trying to paint
Safety and comfort

Regurgitate my motivations
And spit them back at me
The debate will never be if the way it tastes is exactly the way I meant it to
The question lies in the question I cannot answer for myself

Do I deserve it?
Am I an angry
Snarling
Selfish creature
With long talons that destroy the world around me
The one I have tirelessly tried to paint for myself
Could I be so selfish?
Could I be so cruel?
Do I claw at the walls and scream at the sky when the house around me burns down into ashes
While a shadowy figure like myself is setting the place alight?
It lingers in the corner of my mind
And fights to be the only thing I think about
Is it I or the monster who would love to push it away?
Dissociating from this creature is the only way to control her
Surely
I couldn't be this evil