I am the memory of pain
and underneath, of the unbearable sweetness
of love and peace
I am the shadow
I am the voice, that calls you to answer
when you question yourself,
That makes you feel lonely, abandoned, and used
That makes you rebel, take control,
And be cruel
So cruel
You disguise it in love
and affection, restricted
You keep me at bay
you won't feed my addiction
you say, telling yourself
that it's best
in your confident, self-reliant
throw away voice,
But I know the truth
I know you better, and worse
than you know yourself