Breathing Fire Onto Paper

Deep down within myself

Lies a land crude and hidden

Right underneath my skin

Lies someone akin

Who I never want to meet 

Who I never want to see

She is not the person that I want to be

But yet she is a part of me

No matter how much I try 

To suppress her, to lose her

To calm her down

To turn her into stone

And let her drown

In the sea of fire

That rages on and on

Inside of me.

This wrath takes over me 

From time to time

It is then 

That she lashes out

Right out of my eyes

Never considering a person I know

Never considering a person I care about 

She goes sabotaging

Every relation I'd managed

To nurture and flourish throughout.

And once it is all over

I sit and cry for deeds she has done

That I can't undo

And now I'm here

Breathing Fire onto Paper

In red ink literally..

Blaming a part of my own conscious mind 

As if it's another person

Thinking and acting differently

Not accepting my own true self

How cowardly I am

Sitting here Breathing Fire onto Paper.. 

Calming the demon inside of me who

Rages hell, spits fury; all on the inside

Burns me into ashes; on the very inside

Torments me, gives me anguish

Till I let it all calm down

All on the inside...

And on the outside 

I half lie, half sit on my bed

Breathing Fire onto Paper..
-Sukhman K Atwal