It came from the ooze, 

down in the muck.

Brought back to daylight

by long repressed feelings 

Of inadequacy and envy

Sliding out of hiding, 

sleek and hungry 

searching for a victim,

An unwary prey,

Someone vulnerable

 and innocent,

That it could stomp on with glee.

It doesn’t care about truth

Or others,

It searches to destroy,

Tear down,

Then climb on the bodies left behind

There’s no winners in this match

Only the damaged, 

and the losers who waged the battle

Never knowing or caring

Of the carnage they create