After all the demons you've fought, this is the most awful of them all
Like a fortress, so big and tall
Climbing its way into your conscience, like second-hand smoke into your lungs
Over and over, since you were young
Hoping it would stop before it was too late
Over and over again, until it turned into hate
Like a nightmare, you can't wake up from
It lives in your mind until you turn numb
Sweet dreams it brings, with a bitter aftertaste
Maybe one day, it will all go to waste
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A World for the Guilty
PoetryA series of poems that I have written and that I am yet to write about my experiences, the people and things that I Iove and hate, and my emotions.
