The Demons In You

dear demons

you were six years old,crawling under the blankets, weeping your heart out.
you didn't know what a fear is. but you knew it was something the opposite of happy.

you called your mom frequently, at times when you didn't feel good, what possibly could a twelve year old teen ask her mother about demons?

you were almost nineteen, burying your face under a fiction,hoping it would take away your fear.

dark deep shadows keep calling out to you in cracked tone and symphony, the muse they tried to form keeps breaking as you close your ears tight with your palms breathing heavily.

psychiatrist was she, trying to explain you there is no thing called fear.

but only you knew it was more than that, it wasn't only fear, it was desperation, anxiety, self hatred and more. it was a constant cycle of burning yourself within the pages of your own history.

you felt more than fear. And you knew no quantum physics can make ever descibe that.

you knew there were no theories involved in this, it was plain dark self rising within, endlessly and you have been letting them reside a long time ago.

you remember the last time you got a glimpse of those in the midnight as a twelve year girl, and it has been engulfing you ever since.

not around you, but within you.

- dear demons

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