Sometimes I sit in loud silence.
Sometimes I sit in quiet uproar.
Sometimes I wonder where my thoughts have gone.
Sometimes I wonder where my thoughts are taking me.
Is this demon inside me taking over?
Is this demon inside me real?
Has this demon taken over so much that I am the demon?
I am my own demon
I am a maker of my own thoughts
I am a maker of my own actions
I am a maker of the actions, the choices, the manic, dissociative, and depressed
I am tired
I am scared
I am something
I will one day be here
I will one day be dead
It’s the time in between now and death that I need to figure out
For death can come quick, and here cannot be a figment of my imagination.