My demons are constantly clawing at the walls I built. Begging to be recognized, refusing to be ignored. Breaking the threshold between my sanity and everyone else's reality , insisting to alter my perception of this world.
They use to whisper to me, but now they scream, and the echo multiplies their insults by 3.
You're ugly! you're ugly! youre ugly!
Insomnia steals my dreams.
The only safe place to escape the harsh criticisms of my inner me.
I hear them beckoning, mocking my pain. Laughing hysterically when I try proving I'm sane.
I keep building more walls to block them out but they attack from all sides until it's too late and I realize I boxed myself in so now,
i become my own prisoner within,
im now locked in my head in my own prison
with them.
Still screaming their insults still laughing, still mocking.
I put my hands over my ears so I don't have to hear, try to fight back the tears, but they keep talking.
How do I stop this?
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Aysha (Pseudonym) (
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Writing is one good way Aysha. Keep penning them.
I love the clearness of this piece. Openess
Tell them to back off! You are BEAUTIFUL!!
WELCOME AYSHA ~ Thanks you for your first Poem ~ the honesty ~ power ~ intensity of which ~ tells me YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL ~ We love You ! My POEM today is about the HOLY SPIRIT and my experience is "When I was filled with the Holy Spirit the DEMONS left me and I found PEACE" which is in fact one of the Fruits of the Spirit ! Thanks for sharing ~ I trust you found it cathartic ! Every blessing ~ thinking of you ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
Being locked in a prison that you yourself own... speaks volumes.. Great Selection of words.
Great writing Aysha! So many of us build walls, not only against demons, but against all kinds of real or imagined 'enemies'. But even the great wall of China did not work. Eventually we have to go out to confront and fight.
You are a beautiful writer!
Aysha, it is very strong the way you wrote this. If you feel all that it is because you have no ilusion. It is great because you see things the way they are. You are very close to find your way out. Great writing I must say.
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