There's a side of me i cant control.
And they push and shove until its released.
The demon that takes hold of me
My heart races and my blood boils
My head starts to pound as blackness swallows me whole
This demon-- the anger, its here
Im no longer me, these actions arent mine
Im screaming in the background but no one hears
No one sees that this demon isnt me
Call it bipolar
Call it anger
Call it a disorder
But its not me
Im just a puppet on its strings
Made to do its deeds
And left to clean up the mess
Left to feel the pain
I beg it not to take me again
I scream and shout and even cry
This isnt me... God this isnt me
I close my eyes , shut it out
Take deep breaths and count to three
Please dont consume me
Let me be
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Misled By A Heart
Poetry⚠️ *Trigger Warning* ⚠-contains self-harm, sexual assault, and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Do you sit awake at night? Do you feel your heartbreak? Do your words never seem quite right? How much can one person take? Misled By a Heart https:...
