Control

Day 10 of 90 days of Poetry.

They say that I’m a keeper,

But they really only see,

The surface, nothing deeper,

Not the demon inside me.

 

All this anger in my soul,

Always trying to break free.

I’m afraid too loose control,

And show the demon inside me.

 

My resolve has been worn down,

Trying to survive this grand prix,

I’m slowly losing my gained ground,

To the demon inside of me.

 

Still I wear this mask of joy,

For the people who count on me,

And continue my life’s ploy,

Ignoring the demon inside me.

 

So I fight this day by day,

Shut my soul and hide the key,

To keep the monster locked away,

And hide the demon that is me.

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[Pure Innocence]

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