Demons of Thought

Hurdling, bending, twisting about Contemplating, stressing, feeling without High as a kite then down in the dumps Cat has my tongue, my throat filled with lumps Floods of people. Why do they watch Must act "normal" and perform top notch Tinted windows for my car, deadbolts for my door Alone once again just like before A sigh of relief, beneath my covers The ghost of inadequence, relentlessly hovers A heavy black cloud, fixed over my head Exposing guilt, multiplying my dread I hide beneath a blanket of words, painting a picture on my veil Transforming my insecurities, adorning my hell My peers, in the dark, I have become my disguise A gentle heart can read, it speaks clearly through my eyes This breed is rare, no doubt, the minority With a loving tongue, they call me out. I give them the authority Sadly these souls are also tormented. How ironic We connect on a new level, sweetly demonic Fighting demons together, keeping faith in the good Lord Armed with our similarities, communion, our sword