Each passing day
I'm faced with the same pain
My demons won't stop growling
They're glaring at me, prowling
They take control of me
They take control of my hands
They will never let me free
I have to do as they command
I'm a hopelessly shackled
I'm a loss cause
My demons they cackle
At the person I know nice was
How naïve to think
I'd truly be okay
I have to rethink
Things will never go my way
No matter how high life gets
I find myself with my demons
They continue to vex
That's my final treatment
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Poesie"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
