I Know Who You Are

This is about my losing my violent tendencies I once had.

I am in the dark and in a trance.

Nothing near me seems to live.

The voices call out from my past

Of evil and thanklessness of no end.

I throw my fist into the air

With hope that it will catch a cheek.

I draw back standing with a daring glare.

A glare so sharp it could cut wounds deep.

I know someone is standing close

But I cannot see to know their name.

I hear the humming of a tune I know.

I drop my offense and my fists are tame.

"I know who you are," I whisper gently,

"And I'm glad you left me, I might add"

"Coming back to you has been oh so tempting

But I figure without you I ain't doing too bad."

And with that my old friend took his leave.

I have heard nothing from him since.

But I'm glad he is gone, because I am free.

I am void of pain and violence.