I am...

I’m more like you than I thought. I didn’t want to be and I hid it from myself for so very long. It sneaks up on me from time to time, but now it’s more prominent than before. It rears its’ head and roars my name. Wails and screams follow throughout my soul as the fight continues. Bloodshed is craved, although it never gets to that point. I retain some control, some form of it anyways, no matter how small. I hoped for the chance that it wouldn’t happen, that it wouldn’t be a part of me, but here I am…seeing these traits of you…in me.