I never learned to drown my demons
They already knew how to swim
So I tried to smoke them to silence
Because I forgot they came from hell
It's hard
Not knowing
Who I'll be tomorrow
Told my depression is not the "real me"
or
that they miss their "happy friend"
as if I can break
some part of me
off
At least if I crank up the radio too loud
they'll just get upset at the noise.
But not at me.
For being broken in my completeness
For having parts that don't work right
For being more human
Than my masks
Some demon is bitter.
Another cruel with his words.
Several of them are hopeless
But they speak a truth
That half of the world isn't right
And wrong is hard to accept
And pain really exists
Regardless of my smile.
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