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    Author: Mitchell Procter



    Poetry

    the demon inside

    When I cannot move and cannot scream 

    The demon in my head breaks free

    It terrorises me like a cat with a mouse

    As it gets closer with every lifeless breath

    I scream but my voice seizes to exist

    I cry but my tears dry up 

    I run but my legs have no feeling 

    I close my eyes but they are pinned open wide

    the demon climbs my wall and dangles from my ceiling 

    It talks to me in a deep, menacing tone

    It laughs at me and calls me names

    Tells me I’m worthless, makes me feel pain

    I shake and scream but to no avail 

    I shake and scream but to no gain

    The torment lasts a short while but feels an eternity 

    As the echoing voice fades away so do my fears, my numbness, my seizures

    I wake up in a pool of sweat and yet am frozen to the bone 

    The demon inside of me has found his way home 

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    who am I?

    Everyday my Identity doesn’t stay the same 

    It’s changes with whomever I meet, it changes with every hello and every hey 

    I get confused by which side I am on

    Or if I am in both 

    Both sides intrigue me

    Both sides keep me close

    When I have one, I want the other 

    And when I have them both I want none 

    My lifestyle is confusing so I had to try it once 

    Till I reached my climax and things just got worse 

    My feelings get more confusing with every single verse 

    But I’ve learned how to live and I’ve learned how it works 

    I couldn’t go back to a life of lies

    I couldn’t go back to being just one same guy

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    the mirror

    I Look in the mirror and all I see is pain 

    The reflection is the only one who doesn’t laugh at me 

    I see optimism crushed under the oppression of everyday life 

    We are dreamers being forced to wake up

    I sit and stare at the mirror and I don’t like what I see

    Judging ever flaw, every blemish, and every problem about me 

    I wonder if things might ever get better for me 

    The glass shattering will be the only thing to set me free

    I can’t judge no more and from the shackles I lose

    No more pain, no more scars, no more bruise

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