Yes am headstrong, brutal and selfish,
A cunning and conniving person,
Vile in some dealings and ruthless,
A barbaric and violent soul at times,
Making me a villain and a prisoner of malicious passions,
But that’s just who I am, a frail human being.
Love and hate ply the shuttle of my life,
Just like every other person, I laugh and worry and hurt,
At times I feast on malice and insubordination,
If you ask me to describe me, I am a paradox,
A complex being of unknown passions,
But that’s just who I am a frail and fragile human being.
When I love I love with my all,
When the demon of hate possess me am like a caged bull,
At times am mystified for that I so hate I deeply love and my mind is in turmoil,
Both passions drawing me towards them,
But I guess that defines being human.