deviled

Deviled

Do you see it when you look at me?
I know you see it too.
The pain is there right below the surface.
Just waiting to bubble over.
Just waiting to burst out.
Some days I wish it would too.
Other days I do all I can to keep it buried within me.
I know you can see it in me.
I can tell just by the way you look at me.
I see it in your eyes.
I feel it in your touch.
You want to save me.
Save me from the devil.
You can’t though as the devil you see.
Well, that devil sure is a part of me.
It lives within me, deep within.
It bubbles to the surface just begging to come out.
Can you handle what you see?
Or do you fear me?