My dreams are few and far between,
with twisted anguish yet unseen,
and laced with fear to make you screem.

Parts of me have become insane,
branding me with a moral stain,
and shielding me from emotional pain.

Logic keeps me strong and clear,
and weilding forsight far and near,
showing me peace where once was only fear.

Burrdened by deep insight into the mind,
endowed with perpective hard to find,
shadowed by the power of the two combined.

A power with a sweet embrace,
and the most bitter aftertaste,
a cold,cold fury with a darkend face.

Humanity wrapped tight with fear and love,
two guardians I must not rise above,
lest I become somthing I've no control of.

Now I wait for compassion to free me,
and I long for balance to come and save me,
than I hope to truly be me,
do you now finally see?
Sean J. T.