True,
the demons are in my head,
they yell and scream,
I yell back,
sometimes I scream to,
their angry most of the time,
but sometimes they're just depressed,
and I am to,
no matter where I go,
they are right there behind me,
a true shadow of my existence,
one that haunts me at every turn,
can I escape it?
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Poems Of Wisdom, Wanderlust, & Love...
PoesíaPoetry of Self-Discovery for the Insecure Heart of the Artist.