Chaos

Chaos and Evil go hand in hand, Sometimes it becomes too much to stand. The pains that weigh on every soul, Weight on me most of all. The desperation that comes with being alone, Makes me want to run home. But that home is where the chaos resides, The people I love reaprocate. The hatred I sense from entering the doors, It hits me fast and permeates my pores. I never know where the chaos is created, And chaos and I will forever be fated. The battle I fight stretches wide and far, That’s why people can’t see my battle scars. The hate is great, but the chaos is greater, A life full of chaos isn’t fair. Sometimes they merge, For this reason I grow discouraged. The rage that comes with this chaos is large, It comes in strong like a barge. I can’t continue holding back the pain and tears, Like I have done for so many years. When the wall falls and I lose all, My true, close friends are the ones I call. Friends come to my aide when I need them most, And my friends are the best, don’t mean to boast. They understand my problems as I do theirs, We help each other fight our fears, So when the chaos comes with its partner hate, I run to those who can best relate. The struggle will end and the chaos will die, They tell me I don’t need to cry. My friends are the family I really need, So when I am down because of havoc or mayhem, I can simply go and say to them, “You will never have to grieve of my loss, For I know this is only Chaos.”