Return Whence You Came Poem by Brittanni Houde

Hark! Dost thou hear me? I have no clue, not the slightest clue of

what is wrong with me... I am rude, a lot supposedly, but I never

notice it. I feel as if I should hate myself... I don't know what to

do. I am scared and lost. I know the hurricane is gone... but what

kind of storms art hither to trouble me? Is this a strong one, or will

it be a small rain cloud? Return to whence you came, because I do not

have time to dwell or analyze what you put forth to me. Thou art a

Demon, so hei back to the hounds of Hell whence you came. Fie! Fie

upon all that I can't control... fie upon myself. Dost thou know how

to end this, how to end all of this? Can thou helpst me to conquer

this Demon that hath controlled me once again? No, wherefore?

Wherefore can't thou helpst me to control this Demon? Thou can't

helpst me because only the power of the person being controlled can

stop the Demon. The mind is much more powerful than one thinks. Mark

my words! Only one who truly believes in themselves can actually

conquer the Demon whom posses them. He, the Demon, hath claimed many

lives with suicide... lucky I was not one of those victims. I have

learned not to conquer or control, but I have learned to try to

tolerate and try to ignore. It works once-in-a-while because sometimes

I am the conqueror of this Demon. One day, I will be the ruler of

thee. So, Fie! Fie upon the Demon! and Hei back to the hounds of Hell

whence you came, wherefore? Because I will be the ruler of thee!