It has started.
The two faces.
The mask.
The evil that lies beneath.
That laugh rings through my ears.
I see the look in your eyes.
The look that makes the weak cower in fear.
Is this really the person I used to know?
The person that, two minutes ago, was talking to me like a sane person?
And now the evil look that always comes before the snap.
The bend before the break.
And then, the explosion.
Screaming, thrashing.
Hurting yourself, but completely numb.
The only intent is to destroy.
Destroy.
Anything at all works, and you can bottle the wanting up forever.
I pity whoever is on the receiving end, having experienced it once myself.