Sharp teeth
Claws
1000 Yard Stare.
These you see
You know they're me.
Quiet moments
A baby's soft cry
TV with You.
These you don't
Always see
But they are
Me too.
Which do I hide
More.
I don't know.
Which scares me
More.
Some days
The Bad
Some days
The Good
Even more.
But there
It is.
Claws
Gentle hands
And all.
Me.
It's All I Have
And I give it to You.
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