"The lights flicker as I walk through...through this hallway of deceit vs. truth. Everything seems to be happening so fast. These demons haunt me from the past. I sit in the corner to escape and hide. But somehow they find me to bury me alive.
The present seems to work with the past. How long will this evil last? All I do is stay away - from the evil and the hate. I never steal, I hate to lie. But somehow everything makes the fault look like mine. Everyone I meet ends up hating me. I swear these demons are framing me. I've tried to tell you the truth. But I look more guilty no matter what I do. I'm always caught at the wrong moment. All the evidence points to me and I haven't done it. I swear if I don't find out the truth I'm gonna lose it. Why is this happening to me? What do these demons really want from me? They're making me crazy.
Some demons you see and some you don't. But of the ones you see - of them you'll never know. Rapidly they come and they go. Must they be friend or foe? Sometimes they manipulate you - and sometimes they pretend to love you. Those past demons constantly haunt you. So you spend your days alone. Holding back your trust - not letting go. For the second you pull the sheet away - they stab and burn you - leaving you to rot and decay. There are no words spoken - just the pain remains. What wrong have I done to deserve this? What have these demons to gain? What I've learned is that they're all the same. They're here forever - they'll never go away. They're here to stay. If I've done wrong - hasn't my price been repeatedly paid? I'm done taking all the blame."
[I've gotten strange comments from people on my other sites about this poem. So just to let you know - I wasn't actually talking about real hellish demons lol. It's more of a feel of symbolism.]
P.S. I'm watching a really good show - it's called Deadly Women yo. It's pretty good. I think you should watch it.

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Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo,
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo,
Cultivo una rosa blanca.
-Jose Marti
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