Giving in.

Fight back! She yells at me. Not seeing how hard it is to keep it together.

The angel on my shoulder tells me to be good, but the devil tells me to skin her like leather.

My confliction causes hestitation within my already clenched fist,

my muscles are tight, the joint locked in my wrist.

They’re only words, don‘t believe what they say,

but I’m done being a victim. This brutality ends today.

I look to my right and flick the angel off my shoulder,

then turn to my left. It is time to be bolder.

Revenge flows inside me, like a river going north,

I’m not a hero today. I set my villain mind fourth.

To be selfish is the wrong word to use,

I have to be a villain to end the abuse.

I have to be firm, maybe do something cruel, for once they’ll fall to their knees and I won’t be the fool.

My inner villain has spoken, and my evil self I have awoken.

The power sends shocks down my spine it gives me an adrenaline rush, it isn’t my fault they gave me the final push.

So I walk up to her, I get in her face.

My blood beings to rush and my heart begins to race.

She looks at me with a smug little grin,

thinking there‘s no way I’d ever let the dark side win.

But boy is she wrong, if only she knew,

and this final thought released my first and it flew.

It raced through the air and it’s as if time slowed down.

Moments before impact I can see her fearful frown.

I make contact with her nose and the shock sends her back,

it seems like the perfect second to begin my attack.

Years of pain have let up to this situation,

it’s like I’ve kept a brave face to keep my concentration.

But not anymore, that was the last of the straws,

My punch was the seed that grew my devil horns and claws.

I look in her eyes and I can see all her fears,

her cheeks are bright red and dampened with tears.

I have to tell myself that this is what she deserves,

it was her after all that got on my nerves.

For once I have power, I’m a villain in control... but is it worth it? Should have given the devil my soul?