Beneath The Surface

Lurking there, beneath the surface, hides an insidious spiny thing.

With spikes for hair and claws for hands, never turn your back on the hideous being.

 

For it’s lightening quick, conscienceless incarnate and, above all, extremely, hellaciously vain.

 

Spiraling out of control and then freezing, you can never anticipate the creature’s response.

 

Quite neglectful and woeful, avoiding interactions, whenever and however, at every and all cost.

For the inner critic is a beast wrought and writhing, immoral and, yes, quite mental and insane.