“Demons”

Poem by Anonymous (9).

I don't

Wish I could fly

My demons can too

And every time I

Think they have gone I

See the mirror

And my carefully constructed

Walls

c

  r

    u

      m

        b

           l

            e

And I can't

Tell you how

Many times well meaning

People think I can just

Speak up

Look good

Smile for real

And my demons break through 

And my friend

Four, soon three, years older

Has their own life to lead

But as I sink

And the others float by

She is the only one

Who sends out their lifeline

And as I fold in

Hiding from the world

Packing my day with stuff

So I don’t have to go home

And face my demons

She invites me out

And cheers me on

And without even realizing it

She saves me