Conquer
The demon will always be with me.
It used to control me,
Control what I did, who I talked to.
I could only talk to those who knew, others wouldn't understand.
But at the same time,
I couldn't tell anyone.
I was alone, and drowning in the fear of you.
Now, I have the demon on a leash.
I have conquered the demon.
That fear, the drowning?
I can swim harder than anyone;
it pushes me to work harder.
I have conquered the demon.
I am free.
SD 2/22/19
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