The Killer In Me Poem by Rachel Brewer

I can’t seem to fight this feeling.
A feeling I have inside.
It urges me to do things,
Things I don’t want to do.
I see things on the television,
People being killed everyday.
See things in movies,
Horrible things,
Things that appeal to me,
But make me sick at the same time.
I really can’t fight this feeling.
I feel like I need power,
Power over people,
And I have to do something wrong to get it.
The killer in me wants to come alive.
It wants to strangle, stab and shoot,
Not me.
I don’t want any of these things.
But I can’t help it.
Some people call me crazy,
Others try to keep their distance.
But they don’t understand.
It’s not me that has these feelings,
It’s the killer,
The killer in me.