I don't know what to call this one

There is a monster inside of me.
He, is not I.
It is a one function being,
destruction of thyself.

He harvests the negative energy.
Molds and gives it form.
Gives it life, and a purpose,
it is my only stability.

Chaos, only nourishes this monster.
This entity is what I fear most,
what I fear I will become.
To destroy it, is to destroy myself.
for it is not I,
but it, is We.

It is my only emancipation.
My sense of security,
of rebellion.
It is my only expression,
the refined product of delusion,
and emotional ill-being.

It was forged with trauma.
Fed with hate,
sadness and dislike.
Grown from a pest to a beast.

Oh yes,
I have a monster inside of me,
who can, and has before,
taken control.

And as each layer breaks,
as each seal is worn,
it become self-aware.
There is one last emotion it has left for me,
and that is merely,
the feel of despair.

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