Everyone's mad here

[aquafi]

Something only just contained,
threatening to spill over my consciousness
and posess my inner being,
like a demon out of a story book.

And me, just one of those minor characters,
unnoticed, but there just the same.
Potential of every kind,
some good, some bad.

Not unable, simply unwilling, fearful,
should I be too weak to hold it off,
the malice of power.

And there I wait in the shadows, a minor character,
fearing that I might become something more,
yet unwilling to become anything less.