I am poem

I am the feces
I wonder if I could suffocate or kill
I hear my own stomach growling for you
I see your body fighting against me
I want to help but I have no extremities
I am the feces

I pretend to be evil but deep, deep inside I am just satisfying my needs
I feel darkness that your are going trough
I touch that heart and it's cold and scared
I worry if he has a way to get put
I cry because I don't want to do this but I have to
I am the feces

I understand your frightened
I say to be happy but I'm sad too
I dream of not having this nightmare
I try to eat as fast as I can
I hope I did not hurt him
I am the feces