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Strength


My inner demons screech, roar to get out,

Every day pushed further deep down.

I go through the day as if nothing is wrong,

Inside me I sit in the corner of darkness unable to see a thing.

I ask myself “who truly cares for me,”

I feel like a pawn in some grand scheme

Easily knocked over and misunderstood,

I feel invisible to everyone.

Prayers, for the day to be over; to be put it in the past,

Yet like the plague the past oh so lingers...

Yet there is a light seen; that overpowers the darkness,

This is my escape.

An escape from gloominess in the recesses of my mind,

Into a world filled with the love of the people that care for me.

That will always be there for me when I need them to be.

I cannot fight alone, Rather I'm grateful to have my family and friends.

Without them, an unknown

Can make it through my day alone?

Without them never the person I am.

Without them never the person I dream to be.

They are the rocks that lift me up,

As they are the walls that keep me stable, protected

Ever are they my shoulders to lean on.

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