Fighting My Demons

A Poem by Anaya

I'm fighting a battle, that's worth winning.

My emotions good or bad,
Seem to always be unplanned.
For I am fighting a battle,
But I cannot see,
The opposing hand.
Smile, Be happy
Is what you contently demand.
Can't you see how much i'm trying
While attempting to run,
On this broken empty land.
See, my demons hide deep,
In the quite shallow sand.
My positive mentality
Puts up quite the fight,
But don't know how much it can withstand.
I feel my tight insides,
Screaming and threatening to disband.
Can you not see that,
The slaughter of my depression,
Is not something I can simply command.
I really though you would be the person,
That truly would understand.
But I guess not,
You don't see the hands pulling my ankles,
You don't see the knifes in my back,
Preventing me to fully stand.