This is from the Journal of Cordelia Kelly, who is the lead in my Dark Novella Work in Progress.
There is an explosive anger that resides in me
When cornered, I lash out.
A toxic viper tongue
A flash rage of white hot inferno.
I singe all those who dare enter my protective circle.
My mind is a sieve, a black hole of information ready to be hurled at you.
I know your weaknesses.
My voice is the conduit for my emotional turmoil.
All that I feel, all that I absorb.
I have a deep well of calm –
but my reserves are boiling over, spilling out and burning
There is no containing me.
My facade is slipping, my masks are crumbling
I’m finding it harder to hide my darker nature.
The duality of myself has always been my biggest conundrum.
Sweet, caring and loving, yes I can.
Poisonous, spiteful and cold, yes I can.
There is a reason my favorite colors are red and black –
My life exists in shades if Grey.
I am an anomaly — Unique and Emotive.
I am afraid of myself.