He sits in the dark corners of my eyes.
Always watching, always waiting.
He sits in the dark waiting to pounce.
Always waiting, always watching.
He is my anxiety, my weaknesses.
My insecurities are his playground.
His eyes are mine, mine are his.
My mind is his cage.
He sits in the dark corners of my eyes.
Always watching, always waiting.
He sits in the dark waiting to pounce.
Always waiting, always watching.
I smile and yet I am always afraid.
Always thinking of the worst.
Always watching, always waiting.
He is my demon, my anxiety, my worst thoughts.
Always watching, always waiting.
He is my fear, my insecurities, my demon.
I live my life with a happy shell.
The demon waits, trapped inside my little shell.
He sits in the dark corners of my eyes.
Always watching, always waiting.
His eyes are mine, mine are his.
I am His cage, His shell of happiness.
He is my insecurities, my yoke of darkness.
My eyes seem bright, but they are dull.
Dull with the mundane routine of a sleepless night.
Dull with the stress of life.
Dull with the repeated fight with my demon.
He sits in the dark corners of my eyes.
Always watching, always waiting.
He sits in the dark waiting to pounce.
Always waiting, always watching.
My thoughts are swimming.
Swimming with spontaneous things.
Swimming with thoughts that I would never say.
Swimming with good.
He is my demon, my anxiety.
I am cold to the touch.
Cold with the resolve to fight.
Cold with the price of surviving.
Cold with the temperature of the world.
My insecurities are his playground.
I over think.
It overwhelms me.
The million thoughts of what could go wrong.
Of all the possibilities of the worst case scenarios.
His eyes are mine, mine are his.
He is my demon, my yoke of darkness.
I fear and yet I am strong.
I refuse to give in.
I refuse to let him win.
I refuse to let go.
I refuse to be sad.
I want to be genuinely happy.
I want to be free of his chains.
He sits in the dark corners of my eyes.
Always watching, always waiting.
He sits in the dark waiting to pounce.
Always waiting, always watching.
He is my anxiety, my weaknesses.
My insecurities are his playground.
His eyes are mine, mine are his.
I am his cage, and he is my chains.
He is my demon, hiding in the dark.
Waiting for my down fall.
And yet.....
I forgive him.
I forgive him for all that he has done to me.
For making my life harder.
He is my demon and I forgive Him.
I forgive Him for egging on my deepest woes.
For all that he is, he is still me and I am him.
He is my dark secrets and I am his cage of light.
He is my demon and I forgive him.
~Laughing Sparrows~
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Laughing Tori
PoetryA collection of poems or stories told by the Laughing Tori or the english name, Laughing Birds. There are all kinds of tails being told here. Each from a different bird of the Laughing Tori.
