My Demons

My Demons My demons I feel them creeping in I can’t let them take over and win The anger inside, the violence it craves I hate when my body misbehaves It’s all a blur, I just let go and everything crashes I grab my fists, break down It all happens in flashes I try so hard to control it but it’s built up pain Then the trauma hits me all over again I try not to be like them but its all the same The yelling, and hate it’s such a shame I tried so hard to not act like my parents But being stuck with them in this lifestyle It will never end until I get out, and witness Life for what it should look like, beauty, and prosperity.