Low; The Mean One (1 Of 7) Poem by Lilith Jenenji

There, always there.
You, you're always there.
In my mind, in my head.
With me untill I go to bed
Telling me to accept your ways,
telling my something good will come of our days.
Telling me... You are me.

But it's not true,
I don't think like you do!
I'm not so mean, and I don't think
that my friends use me or that I link
Happyness and sadness together.
Thinking that there's nothing better
than the fresh smell of blood.

You don't control me!
There's nothing like you in me!
Whether or not I feel right,
is none of your business, so don't fight.
Maybe it's time that you leave,
but you can't so I heave
a terrible sigh and lay my thoughts down to rest.

'I'm only a small part of you, but a big part
when it comes to people you hate.
You must believe me, we need friends too,
and if you act like this towards all of us...
you'll never truly be one.'