Can you handle all my monsters?
All I know, they make me bonkers,
All you could fear and imagine, twisted,
I've been living with, inside my head, whispered,
You wouldn't think me in behold of faith,
More of a devilish deal to the wake,
You would cross me if you dared,
For if you knew n inch, you'd fled,
The flames inside me, burning bright,
For the scratches and the voices aren't light,
There's so much poison to the touch,
If the truth exposed, it would be too much,
So sweet and full of glitter,
But a cover for the cold, dark and bitter,
A flash of a smile, a quick glance,
A sharpened pain and a blood-filled dance,
The angel you see is only a façade,
For the demon to be is not from God,
In all respect, I'll bow for my sins,
But the switch flipped and all to be is a grin,
A twirl of a gown, a trick to the treat,
A pull of the barrel, a pool of red on the street,
Is it a choice? A decision of will to be told?
Can it be tamed? Or cured? Or who is in control?
These monsters inside, they are so loud,
They can't be caged, they can't be bound,
Out to come, free to reign,
For all these demons, reflects the aching pain.
YOU ARE READING
The recovery
PoesíaThis is a collection of my poetry that I am writing during my depression, some are very dark and some are happy memories. I am going to try to publish every day
