Demons - Poem by Alex Rose
The redundancy undoubtedly shouts at me.
Nothing more to see, crying to be set free.
It diminishes all that I am, all that I have done.
Dare I dream it's all over, yet my end has just begun.
I have sought out help, yet here I am failing.
Drowning in a pool of self-loathe, my arms sore- flailing.
I am not allowed to do things how I want to,
But to stand from afar while the other's dreams come true.
Gasping for air in this prism of grey,
Hoping one day, it will all fade away.
But with no doubt, I truly hate this mirror,
For I cannot find myself, only my demon standing here.
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