You are my demon.

You chase after me,

Trying to catch me,

And swallow me.

You try to slice me.

You rip open my 

depression and you try to make it


You overwhelm me.

You force me to


Tears prick my eyes,

like thorns.

You’re like a gift given to me,

Only when I open it,

you jump me.

You strangle me.

You take over my life and everything I do.

You ruin everything I used to love.

You ruin everything.

Including me.

And then,

as though you were always an innocent entity.


You blame it on me.

And I slowly believe you.

I’m worthless.

I’m a disgrace.

I’m a disappointment.

My grandmother

Pushes me to be a 



A young woman.

I just stop trying 

To be who I am.

I stop trying 

To be me.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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