battling internal demons
Seeking treatment to control them
Instead, when they see the shambles I'm built of, the terrors abandon their weapons, fearing my darkness for my sanity.
So they give me medicine to calm me down, but it won't cure me since inside me is a raging anarchy yearning to be released.
Outside is a wonderfully crafted mirror, so gleaming that a stain avoids it.
Making everything appear faultless, yet I've learned to accept it all, the "perfectly imperfect".
- goodtidingss💜🌷❤️
