DEMONS WE CREATE .

sometimes we have to face things we run away from so that they may not make us live in paranoia

When we have too much to bear,
And think to drown them all in the beer,
When we hide our past mistakes in a hive,
But only realize that hives attracts the bear,

Then

Our present begin to hunt,
Our conscious stat to haunt,
And our surroundings begin to taunt

Then

our burdens become too heavy,
Always stumbling on our paths,
As we watch our backs to see if it catches up,
Building lies in place of other lies,
Always finding the perfect lie each time,

And soon,

Honest questions become like double edged swords?
Sincere concerns become like suspicious curiosity?
Genuine concerns become like knife like stares?
Silent whispers in the wind like back stabs?
Suddenly realizing we are slaves
Of our past and our present
Don’t you want to break from this bondage?

Facing the demons you created.

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems