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I Express Myself Through Writing

Out side the world is still. The stars are shining and the moon lights the way.
But in my head the demons play a song I know a little to well. They sing it silently to them selves, but loud enough I can hear. Their raspy voices sing of the past I’m doomed to remember. They laugh at the fact I’ve been a fraud to the emotions I project. And they torment me for the mistakes I’ve made. The ones that got me standing on the ledge thinking of stepping off.
Once they are done singing the song of my past. They scratch away at my secrets. The ones I’ve never told anyone. The ones I knew would cause people to leave me if they knew. Saying no one would love me if they knew of what I’ve done. And they wrap their talks around my brain like a vine around a tree. Thickening until you can’t see a human being.
It’s not until I grab the sword and cast them away. They back away fast for they didn’t realize who they were messing with. They thought I’d cower. They thought I’d give in. Little did they know I’m the one they should’ve fear all along.
Some still visit and knock the the door. Only when I answer do they try to say the have the wrong girl.
But I smile and tell them, I’ll be the reason they can’t get to anyone else. For I’m ending it here. Once and for all.


- K. London

 
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