Split personality

The man who touches my heart
when he says he enjoys my company.

The man who treasures me,
admires me,
and tries to protect me.

And the beast.
The beast who scares me.
The beast who breaks free of his bonds.

They confuse me, these two.

I love the one,
but not the other.
And then I'm not so sure about either.
Which is perhaps the scariest of all.

But which makes sense.

Because the man and the beast,
Daddy and Master,
these four and more
are one and the same.

And I'm kidding myself to think anything else.

Poor Daddy.
Trying to protect me from himself.
And he can't.