Can’t see what’s in front of me
Blinded by doubt
The monster in my head
Seeing claws when there’s nothing there
Hearing the voices
That only I can conjure
Creating
Avoiding the one thing
That sets me free
That feeds more than my body
But chains me
Breaks me
Maybe
It can fix me
Cure me
Or enslave me
Who decides
My fate
Like a demon it feeds
Or is it an angel
Hidden beneath rags
Of bloodied steel
Written by Zara S. Porteous, February 20, 2019
