The Return of the Beast

When I was younger, more fragile
I used to call parts of me a beast
Fur, claws and fangs... The whole package
I used to treat my emotions as if...
They weren't my own but hers
This creature that lived inside my chest
Every anxiety attack, every lashing out
Was her trying to escape or take control
She was my protector, my shield of rage
But somewhere the lines blurred back
We were the same being once more
And it felt like my missing pieces were found
But lately my mind has been shifting again
The spiritual seams holding us together
Seem to be breaking down within me
As if from out of the cracks in my soul
Her obsidian claws appear to tear them open
This sickness has broken me down
And I'm too tired to be one with her
This feeling of separation is unnerving
I feel that the beast is returning
And I don't know if I'm scared... Or relieved