It crawls out from hidden places
When the sun dies its nightly death.
I fight it in the blackness
Until it’s like catching fireflies to catch my breath.
And when I drive it back where it belongs
I’ll get no credit from judgmental pigs like you.
Who call me a monster
For what I am instead of what I do.
Fierce, candid, and bold words, Eddie! It is easy to interpret the resentment felt towards those who misconstrue with biased judgement in this poem. It is intriguing and has a fearless attitude in its expression!