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
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
...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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