Where the Wild Things Are by Eric Sparks

They live in your heart;
they hide in your chest.
Alive since the start,
they stay ‘til your death.

They’re the ones that say, “Hey,
make a bad decision today,
why not skip class and go smoke;
and why haven’t you tried coke.”

They’re the reason you take, just one last drink;
they’re the reason you hide, and the reason you lie.
They’ll push the best man to the edge, to the brink,
and then push him off, if he’s ready to die.

They’re why you run from your fears;
they’re why you’re scared of the dark,
they’re why you hate looking in mirrors,
and they feast on your heart.

They’re the reason love doesn’t last,
they’re the worst of your past;
they caused all of the wars,
they’re why kids ignore chores.

With that said, deal with your stress.
The Wild Things burn, life is a mess;
so live how you can, prepare for the rest,
and ignore the big cross, life isn’t a test.