Sitting in class we talk today
A discussion on every dark side
of every person right in the room
and all i can think of is mine.
Although the theme is quite common,
that of familial dislikes,
None can compare to mine.
Other students describe their problems,
acknowledging the good parts.
He never hit his mother, despite his anger
and yet I have hit my brother.
I've blown up at him again and again,
positively exploded,
he never seems to learn, but then, neither do I
For although he pushes my buttons,
I should gain control,
I shouldn't yell, scream, or flail about,
and Never should have beat on him
He knows the darkest side of me,
has seen me at my worst,
unreasonable anger.
And yet there's hope, as always there is
for human will must triumph,
and my dark side can be conquered,
as soon as i decide
My dark side is my family problems,
like so many others I know,
and yet I love my brother dearly -
I only hope he knows it.
Author notes
We were talking in English about "your dark side" and that totally hit home. I didn't end up participating in the discussion, but I had to get my feelings out somehow.
