The Battle
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Each day is a battle
A battle to stay afloat in a sea of whispers
Whispers from a demon's staring glare
Glaring becasue you might be different
Different becasue you express your true colors
But colors are not always appreciated
And each harsh word, a weight
A weight on your shoulders that cannot be shaken
Kicking, thrashing, slashing, clawing
Such a stuggle to continue to breathe
The fight against the undertow becomes unbearable
And when the waves crash over your nose and mouth
Preventing a final word or a last goodbye
An angel appears in shimmering white
Coaxing your soul from the depths of the sea
The battle of the day is won
And though the victory is sweet
A demom's whisper snakes through your skull
Reminding you the war continues tomorrow