Creatures
Well I can't know for sure, but I suppose I was born with them.
My body, my mind my soul, I have to share it.
I share it with the creatues, some people call them demons.
They live inside me.
Everyday is a battle with myself and with them.
Some I was born with, and others.
Well others snuck into the deepest parts of my mind.
They are the ones I hate.
Its taken me a long time to name them; some still don't have names.
I would take days to name them all, but here are a few.
Maybe if you have them too, you could tell me?
We could celebrate our creatures, our demons, together.
Anxiety, I told you about him before.
Depression, I denied her for as long as possible.
The twins, Cronic Headache and Migrane.
I've had them for as long as I can remember.
Hashimotos, I just named him, we have yet to get to know one another.
Fear, I think everone has Fear.
Creativity, I really like her, she's been with me since the begining.
Pain, I'm not a big fan of him, but oh well.
And that leaves us with Me, I am all of these creatures.
They don't define me, they are a part of me... you see the difference.
If you don't now, one day you will,
Until then rememer your creatures don't define you.
You define You
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