Paging through memories

I have kept memories, notes and poems since I was a teenager.  Today I came across this one from 2003 - my dark period.  I'm so happy to have found the Light and a place where my soul is free:

Able bodied witch am I

Knowing just the way of sly.

Spewing hurt and fear, I fly

off the handle but I'm running dry...

I'm fiery anger, bursting forth

from your mouth - wipe the froth...

I'm spitting poison from the tongue.

All about, oh, the lies I flung

Abusing, distorting truth - my best tools

And you, dear mortals, are the fools

A well of bitter inside me dwell

We all together in this same hell

Death be the only escape from me

Yes inside me devils roam free

Dulls my senses, numbs my heart

And all good for nothing but piercing dart...