Demons

At times I just want to scream, yell, and shout. Run down the halls, beat down the walls, kick and cry with all these emotions I have inside. Bottled up and about to pop like a cork from a champagne bottle. Emotions running full throttle, on a rocket about to soar high and leave me floating in the darkness of the sky. I wish sometimes I could just stay there. Would anyone even care? Would they miss my existence? Remember my name?

Driving full speed trying to run from my demons, but it seems as they keep following me. Taunting me menacingly. Telling me that my being means nothing. That all my problems I am to blame, I should be shamed. They laugh, and point, and stare and keep daring me to go faster, drive like a wild childe and even though I listen to these demons; I'm still trying to run away. They follow me, closely as if they are sitting in the passenger seat, just looking at me.

Do I dare match their stare? Ignore the road I'm flying down. I'm up to 120 miles per hour now. Demons picking at me even more, saying you can't secape us, run all you want. The taunting I can't take anymore. The voice I can't ignore. Speed picked up to 160 miles per hour, seat belt is no unfastened. Brakes are hit abruptly and we all go flying. The funny thing is; I'm the one who's laughing.

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