I am my own paralysis demon
Beady eyes gleaming
Inside I'm screaming
Stuck frozen when I should be speeding
No I'm not dreaming
I'm wide awake
With a dream you can wake up
With reality
There's no escape
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
