To Those Whom ARE Concerned

To the skeletons in my closet and the demons in my head,

 

I just need you to that I need to sleep when I go to bed

 

You come to me in the middle of the darkness of the night

 

So gradual you’re already upon me before I could put up a fight

 

My conscious becomes your dance hall, my fears your soundtrack

 

I hear all this soul draining noise and can’t help but fear attack

 

Your banging, screaming, and clawing for attention

 

Has become an absolute horror show, if I still have yet to mention

 

I furrow my eyebrows and try to block out your protests

 

But to do so I would have to get these chains off my chest

 

There was time in my life when you ruled my thoughts

 

But know your reign is ending, so stop casting your lots

 

Even your silence is deafening as I sit in waiting

 

You’ve kept me on my toes so long it’s become frustrating

 

Even in the bright light of day you still don’t sleep

 

Extorting me with my insecurities until I’ve become buried deep

 

I have death grip on your unraveling leashes

 

Just trying to cup together the fraying pieces

 

You need to stop your cruel chromatography

 

To me this isn’t  just some twisted game, a senseless comedy

 

I’ve tried to keep you inside your cages were I put you

 

But if you don’t back off soon you’ll be turning black and blue

 

I’m not the same singled out target I was before

 

I have allies now who will help me wage a war

 

So go ahead and hiss as you shrink away from the light

 

I’m back in control know; this is my story to write

 

So pack your bags by the shining rays of tonight’s moon

 

Or retreat back to your once frozen cocoons

 

Yours truly, you creator

 

And soon to be destroyer

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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