Demons

by Mandee   May 28, 2006


Living in a house
with those who
torture my soul

the poke and prod
their ways
into my life

and when
they do manage
to tear down
the walls
that I've built

they make
my eyes
cry endless tears
into the night

when I wake
there are
dark circles and
puffy eyes
when I look
into the mirror

before it all happens again

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