That thing

'What is that thing?!?', a screamed out phrase I so seldom hear

Inconsiderate close minded morons

Why am always I 'the thing' and not them?

For you are just as bizarre to me

Living in the dark and musk shadow realm

Lurking behind your next corner

The deep purple and the black

From nowhere you see me come

And for that I show compassion

as you are too simple minded

To wrap your head around my world

I always try to be nice

by suppressing what's really me

deep inside smoldering

The smolders are getting hotter, puffing to flames from time to time

as I'm constantly greeted and spoken to as 'that thing'

My restraints are getting weaker

As you continue putting logs in the fire

What comes out of it, is beyond my control

An unconscious reaction to your hatred

that I so far managed to keep in chains

with the occasional escape.

And the aftermath isn't pretty.

For every escape the leash tightens,

increasing the tension that more explosively release when the weakest link breaks.

Snap!