Miss Hyde

With hardening orbs

and a near frozen heart,

within my blood a change jump starts.

A gleeful laugh of madness

bubbled past my lips,

the pain somehow making me feel alive

as through my heart the emotion rips.

Maybe it's the Miss Hyde within me

that sought to be stronger than I was,

the doormat that sought the best

in people and took to the stage

before leaving without a round of applause.

She is banging on her cage

wanting to be released,

to take charge against the enemies

that turned her into such a beast.

Right now I prefer to be alone

and stand on my own two feet,

but if you want to come to this

Mad hatter's tea party

please feel free to pull up a seat.

I wasn't always as cold as you

regard me to be,

but I need to protect what is left of my soul

from the many things that had threatened

to wound me.

My inner Miss Hyde is truly alive and well,

she appears every now and again

just for the fun of raising some hell.

I won't be the one again that ends

up getting hurt,

so this little spider grew to be more

than what she had previously been -

after she arose from where she was left

in the dirt.

Now, I raise my bloody knuckles

and duck down my chin,

for I stand as the woman

whom wears a cross necklace around her neck

but has also walks in sin.