The Eternally Internally Conflicted

Conflict stalks their days

Disrupts their nights

They live after midnight

They live before sunrise

In the shadowed lands

In the silenced places

All alone
And lonely
In a world full of people
They both despise and admire
Mirroring all of the ways
They both hate

And love themselves. . .

Internally constricted 

In a state of perpetual volatility

Eternally conflicted 

In a sea full of facelessness 

They are floating vials of nitroglycerin

Just waiting to explode 

At the slightest provocation

Before drowing alone