We live with them
We're broken people,On the run,
Away from all our problems,
Yet somehow back towards them,
We've been making excuses,
To travel the world,
All we want is to start anew,
Somewhere we forgot,
Our demons aren't physical,
The more you run,
The more they stay with you,
They isolate you,
They grow, steady,
You start faking it,
Happiness, Concern,
Love,
When it starts getting real,
You're on the next flight,
You know all the little tricks,
Don't you?
Everything that keeps,
Your conscience at peace,
But you know deep down,
Don't you?
You're only fooling the world,
Never yourself,
You've seen what you're capable of,
It scares you,
Doesn't it?
You've seen yourself,
At your worst,
You've seen the devil show his face,
When you look in the mirror,
You hear him,
In every lie you utter,
Everytime you say you're okay,
You feel him,
When you look down on someone,
Don't you?
You've tried facing them,
Only made you weak,
And them stronger,
You can't run,
You can't hide,
But you don't want to be called a victim,
So you push it all in,
Till the numbness seeps through your bone,
Spreads through every fiber of your existence,
But you can still feel it,
Can't you?
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2018-06-08 at 21:18
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