I’ve been trying to write,
But the words cease to be written,
I want to make sense,
But I can’t,
Not when my insides are so driven,
To push me out.

Pushed out,
I can feel the forbidden,
Those demons,
That have been locked in,
Repressed; Caged.
But now the mind’s been overridden,
And so they come for me.

Come for me,
They do.
For,
To them,
I am Ceaser,
A sharp knife’s receiver.

Et tu, Brute?
I wail,
As the walls close in,
As the darkness comes in,
As my heart begins to sink.

Drown in their Love,
Child,
Drown in their love.

My demons,
Telling me their truth,
To make me more ready,
For the world.

But the world doesn’t feel this way,
About me,
I know this.

I know this,
And yet I don’t,
For their truths seem more truthful,
As mine,
Mine seems a lie.