Control

I push down the demon

Filling my chest.

It's blood

Pulses

Through my veins

Trying to overcome me.

It takes all my willpower

To stay sane.

I sit quietly

As the demon

Rages inside of me.

I know

If I speak,

Or smile,

Or open up just a little

It will break out

Of my aching chest

And I will not be able to

Control it.

For now I have control.

But for how much longer?