You are a silent killer.
People often forget that you exist or that you are so potent.
You hide yourself so well.
The many masks that you wear are overwhelming impressive.
You mask yourself in the people that we work with, the ones we place our trust in, and even me at times.
Every time I think I have you figured out, bottled up, you make an escape as if you were Frank Morris, escaping off the island of Alcatraz. Leaving me to wonder, am I like them...can I overcome this or will I allow this feeling to overcome and ingulf me in flames.
The same flames I see in the eyes of the man standing across from me, the man holding a torch and shouting at me. The man yelling and pushing my fellow brother.
Only this thin line stands between him and I. Which do I choose?