Mother, father, look close, you might see;
See past the fake beauty that I often pretend to be.Look close, but be careful; fear here is key
I never wanted to hurt you, only me, can't you see?I know you can't tell, or begin to understand,
But please, for now, can you just hold my handIt's dark and I'm scared, I don't know what I've become
My demons are here and there's always more than oneI never wanted it to be this way;
But the demons called and they wanted to play
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PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...