The part of me that everyone knows,
Is the part of me who loves her.
That part of me that everyone loves,
Is the part that has to die.
Like a cancer, creeping up to end my days,
It must be cut from me and cast away.
But it is so close to me.
A dear friend I long to hold on to.
When it is gone, what will be left?
When I awaken on the 'morrow,
Will I be but an amoral beast?
But isn't that what I want?
To be normal?
To no longer carry the burden.
To shed the sensitivity,
The pain,
The guilt,
The uncomfort.
To no longer be a sheep amoung wolves.
But can I?
Is it possible to change?
Or will I simply die in the process,
A forgotten memory?
Spring is almost over.
It's time to fly, or die.