Awkward
I'm frightened of my destructive vision
People will scream and shout ruinning my
self-esteem
The expression from this pen is my
addiction
The only way to create without it going
down stream
I unleash the dogs out to get thier revenge
Many injuries defined on their necks
Anxiety grasps what I can't see or
comprehend
Finally my demons have finished their
wreck
Monstrous thoughts no longer haunt my
sleep at night
They whisper in my ear before leaving
"goodbye"
My heartbeats gradually growing and taking flight
They are at ease once more like a butterfly
We will never define what acceptance feels
like
I'll get lost and take another
hitchike.
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