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Inner Demons


Slam me down

Pick me up

Wonder why what I do is never enough

For you

Sweat drips down my spine

Tears drip down my chin

I can never win, I will never win

But I get back up

 

The dirt on the floor you push me down on welcomes me now

We know each other by name

It clings on to me

But I refuse to call it my home

You look at me with disgust

Disgust at my tears

You say I look pathetic

Like a baby

Even though I am well past those years

 

I grind my teeth

My bones feel brittle

My mind oozing out the darkness you fill it with

You shriek

You scream

That I can never break free

You try to define my worth

But I get back up

 

I get back up

I know I am worth it

I am not a child any longer

I no longer cry over your words

I have realized I am not these wounds

I am my strength

The strength I used to get away from you

 
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