Demons Come at Me

Hidden

Been alright.
Despite
I don't cry.
My
I'm able to eat.
Feet
I scream singing.
Hurting
Stay a believer
Never
Won't kill
Will
Get by
My
Don't mope
Hope
Always garnish
Tarnish

  • Author: Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2018 00:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Read lines 1-17 separate from 2-18\r\nYou\\\'ll see what I did.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 14


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