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Demons: Old poem from last summer, I don't feel this way anymore, but wow
i try to stay stable but my thoughts come out from under the table,
demons screaming how much i am not able to be myself
its hard to feel so unreal, tell what it takes to be healed.
to feel so comfortable in the skin that i am in why do these things eat me from within?
why do i feel as if everything i do is a sin?
why cant i be happy, why cant i be me wether or not they will see?
why am i alone in bed with horrible things in my head?
why cant i go out and feel complete, feel secure i know i have this life to endure.
i have faith
the signs have showed me that fate makes you wait
it ends up perfect and safe
..but this anxiety & fear runs rampent until tears stream down my face
but i like it i like when the emotion takes place
i want be healed i want to be happy
always trying and ending in incompletion
when can i be who i am without any fear?
when will the demons disapear?
