He's screaming again
My foot taps nervously
Sweat runs down his face,
while tears run down mine
His eyes are filled with rage
Mine are filled with fear
My soul tries to flee my body
but it is afraid to go, afraid to stay
afraid to feel, afraid to exist
The world seems to be ending
time no longer matters, nothing matters
except his red face, his bulging eyes
his montrous mouth that spews forth stupidities
like water from a faucet
no thought, no logic, just words, and anger,
and innocence, and pain
A Demon in my Daddy's skin.
Facing the Demons
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