Hostile

Hostile forces

Live inside my head

See the slightest sliver of critcisism

As a full blown attack

And then trigger me to react

All guns blazing

I won’t be fully satisified until I’ve mown you down

With a storm of verbal bullets

Or exiled you to the outer Hebrides

For one small transgression

What the hell is wrong with me

When I see only White or Black

Then the shades of grey get lost

In translation

But luckily

There is still a chance

Tears and pain

Reveal the error of my ways

And humble apology

I am sorry my friend

This isn’t all about you

As I led you to believe

But about my tortured past

That so often comes calling

From the shadows

Wanting to obliterate everything