Dark Side of the Moon

It's always there,

Darkness,

Inside of me.

It never leaves,

Never goes away.

I can't force it to.

It's with me for eternity.

Most people would be afraid

Of Eggman's robots

Or demons from the underworld.

But I'm not.

I can defeat them easily.

What I'm scared of is myself.

When all I feel

Is hate,

And anger,

I can't control myself.

It's as if I'm a puppet,

And someone is my master,

Telling me what to do.

The excess power I gain

Is put to the test,

And the rage I possess

Is taken out on everybody around me.

My fur turns black.

My eyes lose their pupils and irises.

And I go on an uncontrollable rampage.

It's already happened once.

Thankfully no one was there,

At least no one I wanted to harm.

If Eggman hadn't calmed me down,

I would've let anger

Manipulate me.

I'm usually calm,

Cool,

Collected,

But not when all I feel is rage.

When I do,

All I want to do is kill.

That's what frightens me.

I'm not scared for me,

But for my friends.

If I'm with them when it happens,

They could get killed,

By me.

But I'm not a murderer.

Or am I?

All the times I used the Chaos Emeralds,

I felt unlimited power,

Like I could do anything.

I would shine a magnificent gold.

My amber eyes alit with flames.

The power I felt was pure.

All I wanted was to protect people.

But how can I,

When I'm the danger?

How can someone

Have both light and darkness in their soul?

Am I a hero?

Or am I the villain?

If I'm a hero,

Why do I have a dark side?

If everybody found out,

Would they still consider me a hero?

Or would they turn against me?

If I told my friends,

Would they understand?

They never knew much about me

From the start.

To them,

I'm probably as mysterious

As the dark side of the moon.

But yet,

They still know I can be trusted.

But can I trust myself?

They don't know about my darker side,

But I do.

I've never told them,

Never told anyone.

I've tried to,

But something always stops me.

Anxiety?

Fear?

Both?

I don't know.

All I'm sure of

Is that I can't tell them.

But that's alright.

I've dealt with this demon this long.

I can handle it.

I can control it.

I won't let my friends,

Or anyone,

Get harmed because of me,

Even if it costs my life.

I've sworn to protect them.

I'm not backing out now.

So I'll deal with it.

Smokestep: Just something I wanted to try out, though I'm not much of a poetic type. But I think it's pretty good.

If you're confused on what it's about, it's basically my interpretation of what Sonic thinks of his darker form, known as Dark Sonic(Didn't see that coming, did you?), and Super Sonic.

So, review if you want to, and tell me if you want more stuff like this for a different character. Or Sonic. Or any poems in general. And if you like this, check out my other story. It should be on my profile, in the 'My Stories' tab.