Dear Soul, <br /> <br />You are torturing me <br />You have never stopped tormenting me <br />Since Day One, and in all probability <br />you will never stop, even after reading this. <br /> <br />You, along with your filthy friend, Conscience, <br />Contaminate me with guilt and helplessness. <br />You scare me with your threat <br />Of leaving me without a heart, <br />That I cannot but obey your words. <br />You are my master, I your slave. <br />I am reluctant, but that will not change anything. <br /> <br />Soul, you are a monster. <br />You fill me with feelings that confuse me, <br />Emotions that puzzle me and thoughts that bewilder me. <br />Please stop, I cannot stand it anymore. <br />You are making me go insane. <br />I beg of you, stop. <br /> <br />Soul, you are a beast. <br />You make me do things <br />That are not good to me <br />For the good of others <br />For which I see no point in at all. <br />You make me say things I don't mean <br />Just to make others happy. <br /> <br />You keep me from doing things I really, truly want. <br />You repress my animalistic behaviour, <br />Of which I truly want to express. <br />I need to, Soul. <br />Let me do the things I truly want to do. <br /> <br />Why do you force me, Soul? <br />I do not understand. <br /> <br />I hate you, Soul. <br />In the truest sense of the phrase, I hate you. <br /> <br />I will not forgive you. <br />I will not forget you.<br /><br />Jay M. Johar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soul-11/
