What Lingers Within

It is in those moments of hatred for others that you truly discover the darkness within. The fact that you can seriously consider those deep secret thoughts that linger in the back of your mind, those thoughts become ever so present, and its slightly scary, to yourself, and to others if you have the guts to tell them. I live in a never ending battle of keeping those thoughts that present themselves as great friends, dressed in a mask of nice, while hiding what is underneath, their true exterior, at bay. The true nature of those thoughts is equipped with a face of melted flesh with the jagged protruding teeth of a shark. Behind and above it follows the mist of black smoke, which once trapped inside, you are never to come out. I try to hide the darkness inside, but how far will it push me before I fall off the top of the cliff?