Dr. Jekyll Hides -- by Emily

I hide
Not from the dark
But from myself, miniscule, meandering, mind-full
Afraid of what I might do,
Say, think thoughtless thirsty thwarted
Afraid of this monster in my head
Dead to dread, genius, generating germs
This gargantuan hole hellish hidden
Filled with potential
Potent power
I have created a Frankenstein
He appears in my weakness, looming and large
He abides in my stride
Lurks in my shadow, shallow, deep, creep
Whispers “coward” until I cave
To the eerie green light
Some call me bright, a prodigy, a miracle
I call their bluff
My creativity spawns from madness badness sadness
The other side, this dark demonic side
The place I hide from
And in
And cannot live without, drought, no doubt I’m insane
Fear: an unholy terror
Camouflaged in the mundane
A tiny man with a wand who conducts
My daily moves grooves proving to no one I am everything
It’s fear which makes me wane, wanting, weary
“Normal”
Yet I question:
Is it normal to be enslaved to a concept? To a forty-hour work week inside white walls where everyone eats donuts and whispers?
Well, now I’m screaming…