No one knows that to them I lie every day.
I say, "I'm fine," and that everything's okay.
I give these falsehoods whenever they may ask,
But once alone and on my own, I remove my mask
That reveals to the night a monster in my skin,
One that comes to devour joy time and time again.
The medication that I take only fortifies the wall
That holds Him in, but it can never stop its fall.
Once escaped, He then goes to hold hostage my mind.
He takes control, and makes the scars with which my skin is lined.
In my brain, he plants the thoughts of the stillness of a noose,
And each night, He draws more blood, which I then set loose.
This demon that I carry will remain with me forever.
No matter what I do, He'll be there, and these ties will never sever.