Disclaimer:  So you know, I do not own Vincent Valentine, Square are his masters.  But this poem is all mine.

Hidden Within

I can feel it,

There, Inside of me,

Just waiting.

Growing,

Bulging,

Bursting,

To get out, as I fight.

I must control it,

Stop him,

From escaping.

But it is hard,

All I want,

Is to,

Sleep.

They die as I sleep,

But I can't sleep,

I must fight,

To protect,

What I can.

But if I do,

It will be free,

The real me,

Hidden within.