Monday 11 December 2017

INNER DEMONS POEM DECEMBER 11, 2017

TO YOU, I APPEAR FINE
BUT TRUTHFULLY, I'M DYING INSIDE

GETTING UP EACH DAY TO FACE THE WORLD
HAS MY ADULT SELF LIVING LIFE LIKE A LOST LITTLE GIRL

PUTTING ON AN ACT WITH THE RIGHT EXPRESSION ON MY FACE
KNOWING INSIDE THAT THE PAIN WON'T ERASE

NOT SCARED TO SLICE MY WRIST AT ANY GIVEN TIME
THE DEMONS ARE COMPETING WITH YOU, "YOU'RE MINE"

SILENCING ME WHEN ITS ONLY CONVENIENT FOR YOU
BUT WHEN ITS MY TURN, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?

BLOOD POURING FROM MY ALREADY SCARRED ARM
MY MENTAL HEALTH MORE SEVERE THAN SOME MADE UP "FUNNY FARM"

YOU LOOK AT ME, BUT YOU CAN'T SEE THE REAL ME
IF YOU DID, THERE'D BE NO PAYCHECK SO YOU CAN LIVE CAREFREE

EVEN THE PRACTICE WHILE YOU PREACH QUOTE CAN'T TEACH
WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW TO BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND ME

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHEN I'M NOT HERE
ARE YOU GOING TO MOURN AND LEARN OR CHEER

IF YOU THINK I WRITE THIS TO BE MEAN, YOU ARE RIGHT
BUT MY BEING MEAN TO YOU WAS THE LESSON IN THE FIGHT

WHEN YOU WALK BY MY HOME, HOW WILL IT AFFECT YOU
WILL YOU TURN A BLIND EYE LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO

I AM NOT BLIND BY ALL THAT SURROUNDS ME
I AM BLINDED BY THE IGNORANCE DISPLAYED BEFORE ME

YOU SAY ALL THE THINGS YOU KNOW I WANT YOU TO SAY
BUT HOW DOES THAT TRULY HELP FIGHT MY DEMONS AWAY

NOBODY HOLDS THE KEY TO THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION
BUT I CAN TELL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU CAN HELP ME OR YOU CAN RUN

A TEAR ROLLS DOWN MY TIRED FACE AS I LOOK BLANKLY AHEAD
I CANNOT FORGIVE OR FORGET WHAT YOU DID OR THE WORDS YOU SAID

BECAUSE I KNOW IF I DID, IT WOULD BE ANOTHER SONG AND DANCE OF LIES
LIES I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR,GIVEN THAT RESPECT IS THE REASON FOR OUR FIGHT

SO THE BALL REALLY IS IN YOUR CORNER, NO HIDING BEHIND MY OTHER ENEMIES
THIS IS AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BATTLE BETWEEN YOU AND ME