(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Place To Stay In Your Head

You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
Or at least learn how to duck,
From the blows of their punches.
There is something about getting hit,
Helps to assist your feelings of acceptance.

You say it's from a bad suffering,
From the absence of good luck!
That keeps you securely fixed to muck.
And me you believe,
Ignore reality to bask in a world of fantasy.

You wont hear my demons laughing.
They struggle with me right now,
To have my mind accept your philosophy!
My demons come to tease.
But the getting on my knees has been done.
At an expense I am still fighting to overcome.

You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
They enjoy the fact you see yourself in a rut.
And when you decide to shut them up...
They become offended.

And since they know you will continue,
To protect them with excuses...
They know they have a place to stay in your head,
Without a fear you will abandom them.

'You think you know so much! '

Tell your demons to shut up.
'THAT'...
I do know,
Will eventually work to 'your' benefit.

'You make me sick.'

No!
You make 'you' sick.

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