Poetry

You play these games so well

If you’re lying how could i tell

You pretend to care

Then turn a cold shoulder

Isn’t it sad we are getting older

You joke

I cry

You laugh

I die

And in the end it seems

You will never accept reality

My demons hold me

Rocking me through the night

They stay with me

No matter how much i fight

They are still here

When everyone else leaves

They stay

To remind me

They own me

And i will never be free