The Taker Poem by Claude H Oliver II

Why do I take
When I know it is wrong
Why don’t I share when I should
Why is my self so paramount
My answer is fear
Denial stops me from asking why
Till deeds are done
Hurt passed to others
Passes over me
Correction escapes me
Yet I have no one to blame but me
I am my own cancer
I fight me and I lose to me
To my own illness
What is this fear of being me
Not someone else’s idea of me
Good boy – do right when right is not right for me
Angry – yet afraid to say why
Hungry for love – yet damaged by failure to love my self
Denial undermines my honesty with me.
I know this
I am afraid of me
I am afraid of how I am thought of
Yet this fear – so irrational
I take rather than face me
Cover scabbed wounds
Rather than drain the pus
This picture came not overnight
No escape – must face and accept
This damaged me
Self driven me
Frightened me
My only me
Moving to a better me
That I must create
Most consciously
As I created the other me – unconsciously.