It's Complicated

It’s so hard;

Controlling the urge;

 From grabbing a knife and dragging;

They assume you are perfect, kind;

The perfect image-

Something captured momentarily;

Posed- not real.

I am fake.

I’m not perfect;

Not kind;

Not thoughtful;

I make mistakes, like all humans;

But the consequences are inhuman.

The hurt and anger, bubbling inside;

Spills over the boiling hot cauldron;

Running away, cowardly;

Then, I am free.