I see what I see, so do you,
But what you see and what I see,
Is different as night and day,
I see cowboy boots, you see shoes.

You are worried about your life,
I hide scars within my psyche.
I fight demons, hold back my strife,
You ignore yours out of pure fright.

We all have our monsters to hide,
Mine's in a cage of self-control,
You let yours loose like Chucky's Bride,
Wrecking havoc is its main goal.

My brute, your beast, who holds the chain?
Mine is locked up and yours run free,
If let loose which causes more pain,
My captive or yours with the key/

©September 28, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton