Demons

The last thoughts are the ones that hurt the most

The long looks see through my act

Your eyes see the real me

But you are stuck in your own thoughts

Too busy to see

My headaches

My body's numbed with pain

I move in a haze

Lost in haunted thoughts

You yell at me and I recoil

My head pounds

I scream but if falls on deaf ears

Self medicated I fall into a stupor

An act for those who want to see

Reality for those who don't

Forced deeper into madness

By them

Lost in their loath filled words

How should I know others have demons?

And the only way to survive is fight or surrender

Which one do I do?