inner demons (poem)

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Every time I see you I see his face,

All the lies, deceit, and disgrace.

He was my father, supposedly my protector.

In the end he was a negative projector.

Don't get me wrong i'm not bitter,

Never will I ever be a quitter,

I'll sit in your face and pretend,

Bat my lashes, and commit a sin,

Thats all i've ever known,

Call up the past and tell him he's gotta clone.

You never stood a chance... the love you wanted is all a lie,

Just get up, walk out, and die,

You think i will ...but i won't cry.

All i know is numbness,

It's a paralytic,

And i'm acidic.... If you become addicted,

I tried so hard...I really did.

But in the end what's a little fib?

I've bowed down on my knees and begged God to change me,

God turned his back and shamed me,

Go ahead and blame me,

I went to that party unattended,

Afterwards I closed my eyes and just pretended,

But like a book I came off the shelf,

I am not myself,

Can't you see...you and me,

Never and I mean never, did we ever have a chance to be.

I'm damaged goods in the bottom of the box,

That hole in your favorite socks,

Oh yes i admit my game is twisted,

Sick, sad and vindictive,

So cast the first stone, throw the whole sack,

I'm a whore , and a harlot always rolled on my back,

That's what you believe, and i'll let you...

Because one day I'll forget you.

I'll close my eyes and I'll pretend,

Climb my mind and jump off the deep end,

Close your eyes it's sink or swim..

You know me always on a whim...

They all know me or so they say...

If you think you do,You're welcome to have a play...

A go...
A shot......

Just make sure you hit the right spot.

My heart I mean.

So don't be seen.

I'm just like my father.

Bound by creation...

This abomination.

I can't be saved.

An angel with horns...

I can't help the way I was born.

I'll never trust you.

It's been instilled me.

Never trust.

It's all I can believe.

I'll always lie ....and deceive..

I'm sick in the head...

My brain is bleeding.

With the same warning you should be heading....

Even the ones you love the most ..

Will burn you brittle and cry tears of joy while they boast.

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