The Devil Inside Me

The devil inside me is struggling to be free.
I fight it down.
Yet with strong anger and hate it's outward bound.
I want the good I try so hard.
But by others I'm misunderstood.
They push and push until I break.
There is no road to low to take.
I want them to feel the pain inside.
All the worthlessness I try to hide.
So when I burst the devil inside,
comes to take their worthless hyde.
I'm so ashamed of the things he's done.
Though I'd rather have him fight than turn and run.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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