Spite

The beast that guards your Self at night
He's the one who gives scare to a sense of fright
A malice-driven guardian with goals wary
Not some heaven's angel, or a magic fairy

He's your little pet, a hidden excuse
For all your family-imposed abuse.
His gnarling mouth and ferocious bark
With blood, forever leave their mark

Insulting bites and paw print treads
Stand below their severed heads
Dragging you inside his jaws
His price for hiding your many flaws.