Sorrow and Failure, Violence and Anger

<I'm supposed to be better, but I can't give sorrow and failure the slip...>

I'm supposed to be the sane one,

But my demons are too lethal to acknowledge outright.

I could harness my demon to cause irreversible damage

~I've never used it~

Despite all the normal emotions I feel,

I know what I am capable of.

~perhaps not physically kill~

~rather, figure out how to destroy the spirit~

Sometimes I feel broken 

Because everyone I've been close to gets hurt,

Always an accident, always because I rough-play by instinct.

~a reflex-swipe to the face~

~a near-broken wrist~

I've learned to always guard myself,

Always calculate my movements.

Violence and anger or excitement and energy,

They are all the same in expression.

A trip on wheels with the wind in my face and burning through my muscles:

That is my path away, but it always catches up.

...So it goes as the chase continues.

We all have our demons.

We all have the capacity to tame them.

They remind us how to feel.

Our demons make us who we are.