It's like a demon, fighting his way out
Clawing his way to the surface.
Screaming
Scratching
Begging to be freed
Punching and kicking in the pit, that is my stomach
Stabbing at the walls in the cage I call my heart
I hear the whispers
The ones telling me to free him
And I listen
Thinking he'll be gone for good
He'll be back
He always comes back
But I free him anyway
Because when he's here I'm trapped
A prisoner in my own body
I can't breathe
I can't think
I can't be
But my monster wants out
I hear him banging
He's always banging
Always wants out
So I open it for him
YOU ARE READING
Journal entry
PoetryBecause when he's here I'm trapped A prisoner in my own body I can't breathe I can't think I can't be
