A monster is not who I am. I've seen my demons and I see yours too. I didn't create yours so don't put it on me. Your frustrations aren't my answer. Your fear is not my salvation. Your pain is not my responsibility. I've fixed what I can and i can now only focus on me. I won't apologize for how you've abandoned my inner child. He is with me now. Safe from your monsters you hid under my bed and in my closet. I am ever evolving. I wish you would too.
I am not the imposter. I am not the freak. I am not the monsters in your head. I was never deserving of your wrath or your demons. I am safe. Free from your pain. Free from your suffering. I am whole only because my paths allowed me to be. Every step and misstep lead me to who I am. So don't put it on me.
Welcome to my life. Muse of madness is what you see. I've witnessed voices of confusion. Of hatred. Of pain and discovery. I comfort myself. In my loneliness I am free. Free to be me.
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Muse of Madness
PoetryI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
