Unsure of what I am seeing,

But in all actuality,

I somewhat understand this being

In his alternate reality.

Filled with distrust and hate,

Towards the idea of our humanity,

Though his ideals contemplate,

With my own insanity.

A deceiving appearance,

That greets everyone with a smile,

Causing no interference,

In a society that is vile.

As I look upon this devil,

That stands directly in my path,

I can tell he’s a rebel,

Feeling the presence of his wrath.

Though he hides throughout the day,

He always seems to be near,

Expressing what he would like to say,

Through the conjuring of fear.

He takes any circumstance,

And places himself at the top,

In an attempt to enhance,

The evil that won’t stop.

With his very few morals,

He has no filter,

Participating in any quarrel,

With potential to be a killer.

Frustration fills his heart,

That is already ice cold,

It’s what rips him apart,

And causes him to fold.

Seeing this pitiful being,

Should bring sorrow into my mind,

Though it conjures a different feeling,

Of anger redefined.

With the fire growing within,

I feel my soul dissipate,

Without discipline,

I feel the anger vibrate.

Looking up in wrath,

I see the one causing my distress,

That deceitful psychopath,

Who always puts me to the test.

Finally overtaking me,

I can contain this beast no longer,

I shall put an end to this misery,

And show that I am stronger.

Though this devilish,

Is what I have truly resented,

I shall fight fire with fire,

With one who’s never repented.

Raising my fist to this being,

I struck with full force,

This being the ending,

Life taking its course.

With my forceful blow,

I destroyed this being fast,

Followed by a steady flow,

Of the sharp edged glass.

Falling to the floor,

Were the remnants of my selection,

Though little did I know,

That devil was my reflection.