Selling the Drama, Submission 3 by Trish Pooladi

Treat me like a confession---

Hide me angry deep and hard

Beneath desires dreams obsessions

Prayer hate struggles and love.

When you see me run,

Then hide from me,

Break my chains

Then tie me.

Close your eyes and struggle blindly.

Suffer long and then in irony

Release me to make agony

And torture others mercilessly.

Now revel in their misery.

O vampire of pity,

I have a dark secret.